scrape these tired little bones
shake the pains for you
grip and twist and pull
until they crack for you
my dead name bears a curse for
all the mouths that viciously give it volume
and with each word, each syllable, the best parts of you
you rot them
violent deceiver
throne of forked tongue cries
eject me from the window in your mind
the lies are piling up
put an end to your games
and forget my fucking dead name.