For playful playmates nine-eighths grateful For my taking hate and replacing it with faith ‘Cause I don’t feign But maybe fake fame As a phase of this face That has been changed And re-arranged To be chained To painful recreations Of sacrificial sanctification Upon obliteration of over-pontification My patience is pale Relations are failed I keep making this hell More infected to swell My affections are telling me All is now well But that’s not what I see When I look at myself So I glare in your eyes And I read your surprise That my peepers just might Have just seen through your lies Can’t you see that this life Is worth trying to die? For a war that’s disproving An eye for an eye? Think we see, but we’re blind If we’d look we would find There’s no need for a light If you truly have sight