Electronic memorabilia, trauma, persuasion.

Dedication to masturbation.

Gone, plastic faces when you’re out and about.

Run around, let the sound

Put you into a coma.

You’re alone, huh?

He’s got people he knows on both sides of the tracks.

True happiness and love is what he lacks.

He doesn’t see it yet, he’s so blind.

Too focused on being kind

To everyone,

Even though he knows it’s no fun.

Sound waves shatter, what does it matter?

One thing he’s got, it’s never lost.

It’s like an everlasting frost

Stuck forever, even in summer.

He’s such a blunder.

A constitution for prostitution.

The divas and queens

Are just what they seem.

They’re the wrong type to be clinging onto

But he doesn’t care.

He’s got that smile plastered.

He’s mastered

It, and the people love him.

It’s all he wants.

But not what he needs.

What a fool.

That’s my brother.