Verse 1  What if my perspective is dead  In the water  I regurgitate bad opinions at your  Shitty altar  I’m a mannequin I could never hope to walk With my plastic feet and a yearning just to talk to you    I love how this scans. You have an uneven number of syllables in lines […]

  Verse 1    What if my perspective is dead In the water I regurgitate bad opinions at your Shitty altar I’m a mannequin I could never hope to walkWith my plastic feet and a yearning just to talk to you    I love how this scans. You have an uneven number of syllables in lines one and three, […]