Put Off — Hive

My existence is a Playtoy that Placates to your Platonic Playboy Placements Pushing Past Perennial Preferences and Proceeds to Pull on my Perspective like the Puppet you Perceive me as. Upset or Undeniably Unrealistic is your Understanding of Unflattering objectives to force me into your Ubiquitous cage. Tell me, Tell me, Tell me, what does your Truth hold when The bullets hit the flesh, Tormented Tribulation Takes away The effort To develop what is Timeless and makes it Trivial. Obfuscate my Open heart till it's Obliterated to Oblivion and Only the Oligarchy which you choose remains. Fuck your Frontal lobe Forcefully Fighting the Freedom of Friendship as you pretend that Fate is your Focus while Fallacy remain the Focal point of your Figure.