Mitch harris
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you,
Let to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for fucking nothing !
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique ? turn to spent air ?
Killed it dead
Thanks for fucking nothing
Scap the dephts to salvage something
Thanks for fucking nothing
Drained my all, then drop the bombshell
True, we were not joined ?
Our evey feature spliced
Though you rushed in and took a lead
Three words spouted
This contagion
Crossed all divides
Caused a shift in protective focus
Three words flouted
Unnntimely end, i should've clicked ?
A sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony,
Of which we were about
I don't despise or demonise,
But i just know your form
Walk right out and move along,
And teap before you look
Thanks for fucking nothing !