Brutal Truth

The brutal truth is

That I'm just a simian strutting around in a 4K suit and cumming

In their eyes, I'm normal and social

But when someone is screaming

While they scream I just act like I'm fuckin'

Dumb

I wouldn’t

I fuckin' hoisted it up

Stupid

Guess I fuckin' forgot

I was beating the nails into the cross with my fists

The brutal truth is that I'm just an idiot walking around I'm a cheap gorilla suit

Shake hands with wonga

On Christ I'm gonna reach inside your fuckin' skull

And pry until I find the fuckin' song

There’s nothing

The truth of the matter is

Good

And fucking

Things fucking apart

I was beating the nails into the cross with my fists

Alright fine

I didn’t wanna have to tell

But since you’re here in my house now

Cornering me

I didn’t wanna have to tell you

But I’ve been changing

I'm in an altered state

And that’s my brutal truth

Hang myself

Kill myself

No

Look

Hey, look at me

Look at him

You know, guys like us

We gotta stick together

Ok?