The spectacle
Swallows all that is and has been
Vanity plunges as my three face joke is wearing thin
This charade is coming to an end
Strange how one of them was made to look like your friend
This feeling is a ruse
I have no words to express them
This feeling is a ruse
I feel self hatred start to stem
It rises, it swallows all that is and has been
Disassemble my grand machine, pull the plug and make me clean
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