PRE-VERSE 1
Don’t tell me about the ghostly music
Show me sound waves liquefying his brain
Don’t tell me he’s about to lose it
Show me twitchy faces as he’s going insane
VERSE 1
Reading about scandals in the newspaper
Won’t give you the most intimate flavor
An old man’s gyroscopic wiener in motion
Leaves her trapped above the Atlantic Ocean
Few seconds of assault becomes a life of trauma
But they’ll brush it off as SJW drama
She’s a hero for telling a story that pains her
And showing the old fart he’s a walking failure
PRE-VERSE 2
Tell me you’re hurting without telling me so
The hangover turns your head into a bomb to blow
Tell me why you’re drunk without telling me why
Because it’s better than letting monsters see you cry
VERSE 2
A fictional world becomes real in a hurry
When the lines of fantasy become so blurry
Is the author a racist or just bad at his craft?
When the audience screamed, the Nazis laughed
Five hundred pages of knights and mages
And lovers so fine with questionable ages
He’s a villain for telling a story so awful
And showing why he’s still on the side of lawful
PRE-VERSE 3
These stories don’t connect in any meaningful way
They’re just random thoughts barfed onto the page
Get a nice editor to tell you that you’re full of it
Test your resolve, we’ll see if you’re full of quit
VERSE 3
In the end, we all have our stories to tell
But it’s all a matter of if they’re told well
We don’t mind a little bit of being disturbed
As long as there’s substance to go with big words
Everyone has potential to live beyond themselves
And see their very best efforts on library shelves
You’re a human for telling a story the world needs
And showing them all you despise corporate greed
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