800 times over I have seen the face of modesty disappear. When you were born the skies opened for the rain to flood in and the bullshit grew quite quick. Crushing the modesty down to a sore only to burn for the rest of your life. You are scorn to see that your tongue means s*** despite your promised friends. And your vanity is lacking the strength you need to cast down these walls of fantasy. Why don't you wash off lies that were placed on your face so d*** thick with disgrace of your life that you claim. Procession of fools. The doors have been closed. And the minds have been set. You had your one chance. The splendor now collapsed. Dooming your own fate concentrating on life of self pleasure. It's time to unravel little black sweater cause in your own mind you are king.