Lay of the Landfill (1:25)

this place is a landfill,
spilling endless tongues,
mouths that sting and spit empty threats.
I know this isn’t how you saw your life;
19 and drowning in chemicals.
When you say “I’m beautiful and I’m creative”
I see behind those eyes
and all I see is shame and lies. “
o’ I am beautiful and I am creative”
and your belief, it makes me shiver.
You say you’re free but you’re stuck in a vice,
scratching an itch from night to night.

You say you’re free because it’s the only way that you can feel alive.
And I’ll smile as I tell you so.
I’ll be there at the end,
when your dreams come falling down,
and you will shiver.