Facade

Mocking my adversaries but they still flashing on lean paper

Your facade's temporary, might as well stay home and be safer

Nights of January, it's cold enough not to be a hater

Hide your sanctuary, or I'll wreck it as a mean favor.

False information and you know it but you double down

Burying you alive in your guilt with no rubble found

My life's on easy mode, I say it but I drop rounds

Fall back, you're done, 'cause to me you are all clowns.

When the jokes go too far, I shut up with no recollection

But my hopes are to scar, and rather see the excavation

Of your soulless body, mutilated beyond recognition

God forbid I have a hobby, just smile till its still verbatim.

By: Arman Yusuf