Burning the Facade

Want a good time, you fascist little fuck?
Taunt me with your rules, watch me come unstuck.
Tantalize my lust, play your edge so fine,
pointing and jabbing, crossing every line.

What have you done to deserve your throne?
Ridiculing my life while you sit on your own.
Laugh in your world, your plastic charade,
a kingdom of lies in the comfort you've made.

Superman boy with your cape so bright,
Betty Crocker girls all dressed in white.
Living your dream in a box so tight—
go ahead, turn off these fucking lights.

Your Superman boys, your cookie-cutter dolls,
perfectly polished with unbreakable walls.
You've made your choice, now sleep in your bed,
but I'm done playing nice, I’m breaking instead.

The hammer’s beside me, ready to swing,
to shatter the cage where your faceless sing.
What’s it worth, this charade you defend,
when the truth is a nightmare that never ends?

So laugh in your world of pristine smiles,
keep dancing your dance in soulless aisles.
But I’ll take my rage and I’ll make it mine—
for I refuse to kneel to your fucking design.

Superman boys and Betty Crocker clones,
sending me to sleep with their hollow tones.
I'll burn through your lies, I'll tear through the seams,
and I'll smash your illusions to reclaim my dreams.