Little black dots on your face

 

Everyone wheres makeup

As if they can throw who they are into a cup

And set it on fire

 

Their like little black dots on your face

Ones you cant erase

And they reveal your a lier

 

It started with the loss of god

Blissfully they nod

Locked in prapagandas store, where you were once a buyer

 

It ends with a needle in the vein

The relif was the best

Then you remembered your  life

Your death

The good

The bad

And all of the rest

 

But at least your original

And upsetting someones sensibilities