Empty Shell

You're like a playboy snapshot on a hallmark card
Speaking in generic rhythms
And the forced symmetry of a second-rate rhyme scheme
Sell your body because you've got nothing to say

Till looks endorse a voice and listeners patronize
Bait the heart on account of private parts
Self exploit and billboard the skin deep till sexy can write
Like your words aren't enough to carry their own weight

Visual aids for erotic titles to slogan a profile picture
Campaigning lust
How much sex does it take to fake significance?

Take the world out for a spin
Depreciating over masses of men
Beauty is ugly when spread so thin
Sell yourself because you can
I didn't come to read your skin
Better with a camera than you are the pen

Wit never mixed with hormones
Blind affections, and goose bumps like braille
Horn dog followers, disciples of the orgasm
Death wrapped up in an angels shell
Vanities touch to climax, heart spasm
I'm not buying what you're trying to sell
Because there are no conjugal visits in hell...
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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