I feel the juices flowing,

I feel the words coming out in tune,

I feel empty but the vibrato gives it texture,

The lyrics mean something,

The melody means something,

I mean nothing.


I feel a gun against my head,

But I’m bobbing my head in rhythm,

“Fuck off!” I say as my head screams,

As the screeching rips my vocal chords,

The beat doesn’t stop me,

Nor does the trigger,

Because I’m immune to shots.


It’s 5 am and I walk home alone,

To get to my kids,

As I get out of my Cinderella gown,

And into a maid’s.


Inspired by

The Chainsmokers – Kanye ft. SirenXX


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