So, you wanna tell me what you really think?
Awkward silences are just not for me.
Choke that shit out, puuhlease.
This bullshit tension burns like salt on a wound,
Fuck, I'd rather know my tomb.
What the fuck is up?
Tell me something real.
The fantasy is precedent of reality, I feel.
So, just communicate.
The we'll really know our fate.
Fuck being fake.
You can drop that shit to the bottom of the lake.
For fucks sake.
