It should be electric, not some same old cold
Lo and behold, milquetoast
So delusional together, so perfect, so far
When self preservation takes over the stars
Like patchwork to hide multitudes of sins
Angles and attitude
Sympathy aside, the frozen grin
It is absence we need through
And you can’t always find the take where it lies
The truth, in time, it tries to be kind.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI