Less is more I underscore what they believe Talk not shout Stuck in repent for feeling old Coated smile for a while I can see your silence Made to waste Not undermine But feel sexless Making time Made gestate with tired minds Coated smile for a while I can see your silence Blueish grime, endless chime Making use of violence Sycophant You're not alone They're not alone My old form It's not for thought Not theirs for thought Coated smile for a while I can see your silence Blueish grime, endless chime Making use of violence