SPECTACLE (THERE IS NO FOURTH WALL)

You stood there and you watched me do that thing
Where I tear myself to shreds over the course of weeks until
There’s not a single god damned splinter left intact
My mind dispersed, I die a million little deaths

You said that you were passive in that process
But your passivity is just guilt trapped in the carcass of an excuse
There is no fourth wall, come gather closer and partake
The spear’s been sharpened, and the bull has been sedated in advance

Is the spectacle grotesque enough
To please your taste my man?
Would you like to get a season pass
Or a permanent residence?
I’ve got a spot free near the back of my head
Where you would sit tightly
Between the brain rot and the self-directed hatred
And the memories

I think you’d love it here
I think you’d fit right in

Spectacle (There Is No Fourth Wall)

Handless Man