whispers over windows
bodies curled into one
glazed over carpet
fine reflections of sun
skin ripped off repercussion
can't stand the smell of fate
gazing over my true flesh
in favor of ideas
they mesh together
this and that
no one sees what you want
they don't pay the wages
the tears behind the struggle
the scars behind the smile
dripping down faces of marble
a horror story to survive
judgement and judicial
nothing seems fair
they take what they want
because no one truly cares
a drop of the hat
and your wishes granted
if only we had what we truly wanted
if only we had the mechanics to smile
