Story of a Hole

 

I didn’t want to ask

I thought you’d never tell

It’s about my past

It’s about my hell

 

This circular square

This spherical prism

My body is bare

In Capitalism

 

The dead rose above me

The call to the thief

I thought you could see

My every belief

 

But I know, I know what you are

I know, I know who you want to be

 

Cinderella, Camarilla- it’s all the same

Breath and death –I’ll take the blame

Shower me with your blood

And I will take you under the mud

 

Spend your dollars in my life

I’ll give you all of my strife

There can be nothing between

All I care about is hollow’s wean

 

And chasseing down the perfect bull

Is almost as bad as being full

And in the morning I will be gone

All you’ll have left is a lost solemn

 

But I know, I know what you are

I know, I know who you want to be

I know, I know who you want to be

I know, I know who you’ll never be