So innocent
Yet this horrific cynicism
Leaches through
If that's me then who are you?
I wish I knew
So antiseptic
Yet this infected elitism
Reaches you
If that's true than who am I?
I wish I die
And all those grainy photos
Manson sans the blood
And all those types approaching proto
Impeccable in mud
So yeah, he makes me sad
I'm Brendan, that's my name
I know it's tongue in cheek
But I cry just the same
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