You put up your smoke screen
to hide your second face;
And as we breathe in fumes,
you subject us to lies!
And as our brain cells die,
we believe every line!
We don't see eye to eye;
You left us out to rust.
Your climbed the pedestal
to look down upon us.
You think you're a hotshot,
but your heart is cold.
And as you become numb,
you abandon your grasp!
And as you fall from grace,
We don't opens our hands!
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