we are not for you.

[rhythmriot]

i can feel it all beginning
start the movie
start the show
we've got ninety minutes
full-time running
take your head and hang it low
'cause we've got footage
of all the scenes
left on the cutting floor.
splice in hangings of the sound crew.
the editing was horrible.
so quietly make your exit now
while friends and family whisper, "how
could he have done all this
and show not even just a bit
of sorrow and regret? That shit
has got a world of hurt acomin'."
Boulevard dreams go up in grain
a silent noise that can't contain
the death of all that you held dear
no not your family, but your career
that baby you cared for all these years,
now find a blemish that won't heal
abortion was the only cure
give up begin perfection again
on a new frankenstein's monster.