Change encounters fall short, Our coincidence no longer foats, Convictions readily ignored. You're like a postcard in how the scenery shapes your sentiment And i am right to question your interest And intent for overnight scrutiny, That kept me in bed. You're a comedy of errors. Now i won't shake your hand. Another hallmark greeting. Sodomized by disguise. Pride lies behind closed doors, Promises fucked beyond recognition. I taped over all your mix tapes bearing the wounds of confessions. Time too plan your next attack, Like dying words, This is my defense... I would rather be despised than praised and trivialized.