Prologue

I thought with just a little time

I'd parse out all your words and find meaning

You stacked them up a mile high

And made them look so nice

You want to know every inch of me, carve out a legacy

Leave your mark then leave me be –

Copy, paste, next guy

It's starting to feel like we're at a cutoff

(We're at a cutoff, cutoff, cutoff)

It's starting to feel like you're just a prologue

(You're just a prologue, prologue, prologue, prologue)

Dress it up any way you like you're just an ass hole

Fucking in the night, piling bodies side to side

Claiming you're a martyr with a hella busy work life

Not one god damn day in my life have I

Been an option in the stable you can take your story

To those vapid little boys, plastic toys you can wind up right