Prima Facie

Your lies
Are in ruins
In the corner
Keep trying
To deliver

Running around
With my knives
In your back
Kill your mother
With every trodden crack

Your life
Has bled out
Like your laughter
Sweet
Condescending
Descending in import

Still run around
With that monkey
On your back
Getting high
With your Angels
Smoking all their crack

Rave on
Rave on ‘til the early warning
Then dance on
To show that you’re conforming

Feel me stab
Stab that monkey
To your back

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