Nothing New
I fire bullets into you
these injuries don’t
signify the pain
we’ve been through,
we can drag the bones
we’ve become on the stage
until we’re numb,
ignoring the fact
we ain’t part of the scene
we’re just a has been
holding on to a dream,
you died years ago,
you can’t let go,
I think it’s best you do
you’re nothing new,
the mirror ain’t
so kind to you,
you’ve got no bite left
or credibility
you ain’t no legend
or living infamy,
you don’t bow down
to some sexless deity
or hoodwink your followers
through Shriner Freemasonry
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