Cold to the cackle of reeking desperation

Invincible to the rattle in toasting fame

How thick your skin to personal dissuasion

Your nerves [bad word] with unprompted rejections

Your climb fettered with the worm ridden [bad word] of

Creaking trepidation

You smile [bad word] when wearing that mask of whores

Your bile stinks with the self directed lies of uniqueness

And now you smile

Too too late, very pale

Too hollow, too shallow

Too [bad word] low

Here we go, start the show

What's the crack, what's the joke

No funny joke

Now we know there's no point

Is there one you can see

No valid point

Way too late for your show

Too hollow, too shallow

So [bad word] low

Your climb fettered with the worm ridden [bad word] of

Creaking trepidation

You smile [bad word] when wearing that mask of whores

Your bile stinks with the self directed lies of uniqueness

And now you smile

Too too late, very pale

Too hollow, too shallow

Too [bad word] low

Here we go, start the show

What's the crack, start the show

What's the crack, what's the joke

No funny joke

Now we know there's no point

Is there one you can see

No valid point

Way too late for your show

Too hollow, shallow

So [bad word] low

They shimmered and glistened

The whites of their teeth

The whistling dark sirens

Who harboured the violence

That fell unto me

I scratched and I clutched

And [bad word] at their skin

I [bad word] all the milestones on reconciled roads to the calm

They shimmered

They glistened

Clutching
 [bad word] 
Too too late, very pale

Too hollow, too shallow

Too [bad word] low

Here we go, start the show

What's the crack, what's the joke

No funny joke

Now we know there's no point

Is there one you can see

No valid point

Way too late for your show

Too hollow, shallow

So [bad word] low