“F is for Fake” - a demo from Year Three
The curtain dropped as the albatross released me from its grip.
I shifted through the shades of blue like a tightened tourniquet
And all at once I was swimming in the disillusionment
But between the sky and the surface I could hear you overhead
Saying: “All these years I’ve built you up to this.
Now prove to me that I didn’t waste my breath.”
The arsonist with his house ablaze making inconsistent claims
Found me with my mind erased of all the fires I had made.
But over time I became aware that the soot inside my lungs
Had relinquished me of the right to be the jury or the judge
Saying: “Nothing you have done could keep you from
The loyalty I swore to you in love.”
Now every day I feel myself become a little more inclined
To sympathize with the people I was set up to despise.
The Culprit Life
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