Bury The Messenger

And the chorus swells
Congratulations motherfucker on that bullshit novel of yours
And that performance taking stakes in your feet and hands
Am I the lesser man? These knees bend for no one
My god stands even with me
We shed new skin with repentance but our failures are never flesh deep
Is this what you call love? Put on a happy face
Let’s make this pleasant
Refuse love
Fuck your love