Perfect Illusion - Battered

She is the self proclaimed new heroine

She is the martyr off all things serene

No human vice

No earthly possessions

She was bred out of your own misconceptions

She was there when your world turned to shit

She was gone when you made up for it

White on black, the perfect illusion

Indulge her while she fuels your delusions

Bitter witch

This Hive Queen

Close your eyes and wait for God

Gone amiss

A ripe pick

Swallow you and

Spit out the seeds

I weigh more

But means less

Body emptied, head severed

A new church

In her.

You might just be…

At it again

You think up big words to justify it

But it boils down to you being a prick

Think again when she turns you her cheek

Your resolve just won’t make things turn real

She was the self proclaimed new heroine

She made you wish you could fuck up again

She was the self proclaimed new heroine

But wasn’t real

Get the fuck over it