Doors with plasticine handles fail to open. A selfish brand of selfishness renders logic incomplete. Waxwork friends hold company for a life time. Endless designs are littered with deceit. An ugly belief.. It's just an ugly belief. The blood runs from between your fingers as you hold your hand to your face. ... Stereotyped, rubber-stamped and fit to dance with the cL(one)s. The label you wear, you wear it well but a barcode hasn't much of a story to tell.. An ugly belief. It's just an ugly belief. The blood runs from between your fingers as you hold your hand to your face.. Harangue the mycelium but you may as well be 'speaking' in braille. The myriad's grasp of parables wanders lost at the boundaries of the inane. Their minds but washboards for a corporate lie. What an insensate legacy they leave behind when they die. An ugly belief.. It's just an ugly belief. The blood runs from between your fingers as you hold your hand to your face. FUCK YOUR SOCIETY
