Applause

This is nothing but insanity
The bait, line, and hook
Strung along a string of me
Nothing but a dirty look

At the little person who
Never really could
Next that person could be you
But until death it never would

This little one, high above
Needs to die before another
Can be strung up and loved
Like a child and their mother

But it isn't really love they get
No, it never was
It's hate and malice, do fret
You'll go down in applause