Continually you ask that piece of polished silver
Who's the fairest of them all
You must have selective hearing because it certainly isn't you.
But that’s not what it's about.
Praise yourself because no one else will
Scars are too ugly on you so you give them to others
No one can love you, not even yourself.
Except for one….
That person did, and you threw it away.
You told me that you worshiped the same god I did.
You didn't. you won a convert though.
And we worshiped you together.
Slowly applying the blade.
Surgically removing my sight, blinding me to your hate.
But I wanted it didn't i?
I asked you to do it.
Initiate me into your cult.
I drank the kool aid that you'll love me.
Then something changed,
Like a switch flipped.
You didn't change, no… no you didn't
The surgery must have been temporary
Because even blinded I could see through your lies.
In last resort you pierced my ear drums with your screams
Your irrational anger towards me
When I did nothing wrong.
I sacrificed to you
Gave offerings of money,
Sex. Even first priority in my life.
None of this seemed to please my god.
I strapped a pair of loudspeakers to my head
facing in so I can hear every word that you say.
Every little word,
whether you meant it or not I still heard it.
My ears don't link up to my brain,
see my broca's area doesn't work,
if you hit me there I don't stop hearing,
as a matter of fact you've probably hit me there as hard as you can to stop it
but instead the ears lead straight to my heart.
And you should hear them too
because I gave you a little piece of it to keep safe for me .
I would love to see it now,
bent and broken
because those words pushed through those loudspeakers,
Are a little too heavy for them to handle.