heroes slain by their own words
they mean nothing
you were dead before you took your first breath
and then you stole mine

make me golden
and sell me on the street
pawn me for a few filthy bucks
and move on to the next generation

mascara tears feed you
black nail polish is your pasttime
it’s a joke
to carry on

death’s a joke
to believe in
pretending life’s a gift
when it’s a curse promising a void

the ghost inside me
claiming to be a soul
feeding on my inner concious
escape is only in lack of breath

heroes are nothing
just as dirty as the mortal liars
that make your life hell
and drag you to the bottom of the hole you dug yourself

look up to no one
trust is betrayal hiding behind make up
in the end
heroes and cheaters will hold you against the wall

and slit your throat