Op-ed

https://yearsformonths.bandcamp.com/track/op-ed Blue pen in your left hand Red one in your right You delete and edit Since I won’t put up a fight What remains is crippled Vacuous and Weak A shell and his manipulator Master and her freak Were you hoping for a love song Were you hoping for a dance Were you hoping for some candles And have some Romance Did you think that I would beg for you to let me in your pants I won't be your social user I'm not your content producer If you want a villain then I'll play the part I know my lines if you want to start Is this what you wanted? Own what you have made You carved me into this monster With your poison blade Jesus how it frightens me The hurtful things you say Jesus I would climb your cross Just to get away Fuck you for just sitting there with your hands folded in your lap Every sweet sound to cross your lips Is just another trap You think you can fix this You can't fix what can't be broke You cannot break what can't be fixed You can't uncut the rope cover art by Sean Simmans - find him on Twitter https://twitter.com/Seansimmans