Blast Upon You All Instrumentalists, you'll nay conceive of my own cataclyst

So I guess I shan't hear from you -brother

and all you simulacra condemn my soul to partitions which you may conduct one day

in the great cornershop eye of mommy dearest.

I believe your emaciation surpasses your stupor

and what one can say about all these individuals that may stage themselves silly

who gives a damn, truly, about your slenderness figure?

no one sees you and when I do, it simply doesn't suffice, yes darling I know the feeling

but wait, you've already evanesced, believing

that truth will arrive in the concert of your own thoughts, really?

-never does, trust me, and I've been within its beckoning for years, truly

just give up, skinny

your hair is beyond hair for the general understanding

so abandon your vanity forfeits, you've already been noticed

the only one who is blinded by foolishness is you, categoric

because I've fed you with my nascent adoration but you just didn't see it, did you

so pursue your strumpet guitar thing and seek merit

in anonymity - lord knows I'll always surrender to those chants

of vainglorious perfidy, so acquaint yourself

but I shouldn't be waiting, despair upon my sacrificial nature !

I will depart, allow your own thoughts for company very welll

enjoy the tumult dear

'til it is but solitude that blinds both your eyes.