Sensory Deprivation

Times to face the facts
You fail at life
An ultraviolent demise
Would suit you fine
A total clone
Devoid of his own thoughts
A soulless fabrication
A meaningless creation

You waste of life
You waste of space
You waste of everything
Make no mistake
You fucking fake
I enjoy your suffering

Selective memory
Forgetting who made who
You told so many lies
That it's hard to keep them straight
You would be better off
Not lying to my face again
You would be better off
If your life came to an end