Clay

You're obstinate
 Contrarian
 Electrical-storm proletarian
 And the fire that's keeping me warm
 Is burning to cinders the secrets rescinding the war
 Nefarious
 Sarcastically fucking gregarious
 And I'm frayed, I'm tired, I'm flayed
 I've tried and I've failed
 So I'm walking away
 Shut up
 There's no end on this page
 For my succubus-cum-necrophage
 Every word trephinates
 The skull you emptied of joy and tried to replace
 With your void
 Your saccharine and frivolous noise
 You're a mannequin
 Modeled off harridans
 Hung for their poise
 And their ploys
 One if by land
 Two if by sea
 Three if the monarch's here
 And she's bending the knee
 Bastards
 Yeah I know you were
 Bastards
 Your mind a frog put to boil
 As it turns out
 I'm a glutton
 I've let bitches
 Push my buttons
 But none of them like you
 None of them like you
 (You're just a)
 Shut up
 Caustic happenstance
 Down the drip feed I'm fed
 Every word you intone
 Tears my skin from my flesh
 And my flesh from my bones
 My bones
 There's a reason you're dying alone
 The intent of your sentences
 Grind together like stones
 Bastards
 Yeah I know you were
 Bastards
 Your mind the graveyard of toil
 As it turns out
 I'm a glutton
 I've let bastards
 Push my buttons
 But none of them like you
 None of them like you
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 Bastards
 I don't care there were
 Bastards
 Your mind a stamp on my world
 And without you
 I am empty
 Everyone since
 Gave me plenty
 But none of them are you
 None of them are you
 Bastards
 We can't even struggle through
 Bastards
 All the construct can do is construe
 All my insides
 Made of clay
 There's no reason to go or to stay
 There's no one left like you
 No one left like you