Portraits Of Past Something Less Than Intended
Remember those ideals, remember mom and dad? We’re them.
Remember carefree friendship, oh those great times.
Living like the stars, just playing with our hearts, how
cute. Predestined predestined I’m predestined. Let’s play
scapegoat, let’s play martyr. Pretty intention. Let’s be
living dead. OK, I’m going to f..ck you over now. It’s
like I’m living someone else’s life. OK, I’m going to
f..ck you over now, but I know I’m not “them.” Flashy
packaging leads me to believe in the novelty of my own
being. Evolving into enemy into trash into self. Look at
this hand, would I hurt someone? The tongue will brand,
regardless. Looking in the mirror, I’d trust that face.
Pausing for reflection, you’d be a fool to. Remember
please lost memory too bad.
