Separation of the sanctimonious arseholes who first possessed this rightful pathway of preservation,
retardation of the complexities that make us miss inform our own senses to deceive whatever small part of ourselves deserves to be hidden from our own disturbing truths,
now join with me as we shed thy flesh and stare at our own reflections bare,
let’s stare and see who we really are against those who stand beside us with their sins skin deep free to see,
and tell me beneath thy flesh that you are more than I.