Fame by day, infamy by night
Creeping silent strings of malice reign its life, a stab in
the back really felt like a knife, the glory was lost in the blink of an eye,
and the flesh torn apart from the acid inside, pictures were shot but the blood
bled right through, an enemy of press was killed in its steps, dead to the
world it crawls on the floor, whining and grinning and screaming for more, its
reigning, its pouring, more guts on the glory, fame by day, infamy by night,
the clock strikes the metal, it’s nowhere in sight, the grain is finally shot,
its dignity tied in a knot, and now they shall burn, the way to make them
learn, and now they will scream, I’m more insane than I seem….
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