Man of Virtue - iwrestledabearonce

Dying to live, trying to fit narrow

Dying to live the definition

I won’t be conned

I won’t be ensnared!

I won’t be conned

I won’t be ensnared!

To tell you the truth, you make me sick!

To tell you the truth, you still have nothing!

You are violent, but I feel nothing

Your entitlement?

I owe you nothing!

I watch you deflate and I see nothing

You’re not my saviour this time!

No!

No point in trying to fix this narrow snare

You’re still slack-jawed, listless and soft

Man of virtue.

I will hurt you

And my heart is too cold

And I lack a gentle touch

And I do not exist as a constant to your crutch

I disregard your moral failings

If you couldn’t get it up

And my heart is too cold

And I lack the sympathy

It’s too small

It would split if I would give you what you need

The constant to your crutch

If you can’t get it up

You’re failing

You can’t control the clutch

I lack a tender heart

Can you function with no backbone?

I have no consolation

I’m running out of patience

Can’t control the clutch

So soft and slack-jawed

My conscience is crystal clear

My conscience is fucking crystal clear!