Boy Will Drown Barrymore's Pool Party
Now tell me what you believe in.
Seeing straight through the portrait of a man.
Pale and withered.
Please make a good impression, everything is going
wrong.
Because you're just a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Holding onto every word by a thread of false hope.
Just like the spiteful tongue of god.
Everything seems too f..cking easy.
Lay beside his shadow with the world carved into his
face.
The drugs, the abuse.
Your prayers were never answered.
Mispercieving won't get you out.
Walk the line of the lives you've ruined.
Lines of their throats that you have slit.
We're all watching and waiting.
Embracing it with bloodshot eyes.
But you know inside yourself the true monster you've
become.
And the horrific things that stay with you
for the rest of your life.
Aesthetically pleasing this all sounds.
You're just a has-been, not throwing in the towel.
Put on that show were so easily led to believe.
Your not who you say you are.
The truth.
Your just a has-been.
A true monster.
