I see you, down on the front line. Such a sight for sore eyes, you`re a suicide makeover. Plastic eyes, looking through a numbskull. Self effaced, what`s his face. You erased yourself so shut up. You don`t let up.

You have a growth that must be treated, like a severed severe pain in the neck. You can smell it but you can`t see it. No explanation identified `cause you don`t know. You don`t say.
And you got no reply. Hey you, where did you come from? Got a head full of lead, you`re a inbred bastard son. All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin. Do or die, no reply, don`t deny that you`re synthetic. You`re pathetic.