Exploitation

 
What are our sins but practice for betrayal
When the grass is always greener where it’s septic
Following in broken patterns like trying to reinvent the wreckage

Innovating evils of the ways we’re duped to entice
Mind platform to a thousand thoughts
Sex sells but the fantasy is overpriced

Dreaming in technicolor nightmares
Charming monsters conceal their scare
Enchanted by the beauty at the surface
The void entreats eyes gazing into darkness with a blank stare

Mind canvas to shades and the messes made
Perception the filter whereby we perceive
Immaterial affections dancing with the dead
Naked exposures
Even when you bear it all, you’ve still got your demons on your sleeve

Everyone is exploited but no one knows who they are
Identity theft of bleeding, distinguished by another scar…