Boredom is kicking in and for the sake of comedy I kick the last breath of what a gentleman’s supposed to be. Ferociousness is taking over the place, mistaking desire for sympathy. Nobody cares you’ve wasted an entire season searching for Jesus, so spare the rest your holy speeches, they won’t believe it. The conversation’s got booze-based and often easy. It’s easy to sparkle like we’re of the books. Who’s the best artist, we deliver saliva to paint the pavements in the city, like a still life with scat and used syringes in it. Watch how it chokes, while elsewhere the screams of melodrama disguise, what some of us surmise, was only a joke. Stop. Pay attention. Forget all you have ever seen. Hurry up to join our menagerie. It doesn’t matter what you think, because everyone here knows better the essence of quality. My house–your house, shit your friends ████ to find overseas. Who cares if it’s real, best believe it’s not a dream. Don’t you ever hesitate, it almost seems like you would rather face reality. ███████ neighborhoods are women, friends claim that this one is a menace, currently on a hunt for piece of action on a rainy days, playing dumb to lure the prey inside her little cosy place. Ain’t she afraid of the big bad wolf? She is a big bad wolf. The balaclava on a shelf and the marks of razor on both wrists were just a phase, she says. I maintain what I serve my people–my people are all the same. Under the spotlight, pretend to behave, but secretly scan darker corners and wait until they can lose it and let the sweat run down their face, pretend there’s nobody but them in this place. Hold up. You’re just another name. Flop as a one-trick pony and none of your intentions matter. Unless you play the game. Stop. Pay attention. Forget all you have ever seen. Hurry up, to join our menagerie. (If you get tired of this infinite chivalry, I can bend your mind and make you me.) It doesn’t matter what you think, because everyone here knows better the essence of quality. My house–your house, shit your friends ████ to find overseas. (If you ever get tired of this infinite chivalry, I will destroy those chains and set you free.) Who cares if it’s real, best believe it’s not a dream. (Best believe it’s not a dream.) Don’t you ever hesitate, it almost seems like you would rather face reality. (Would you rather face reality?)