The Experiment (Part 1)

It's the saints that we fuck and the stars that fall from pedestals of grace, with their halos of thorns bound fast around gilded plastic faces. We're all just hypocrites and liars, dreaming wide awake on our beds of dead roses. Let the curtain fall on this great tragedy. The endings been written from the start. And slit the wrists of emptiness, because fulfillment is the greatest of all myths. Still, we stand fast on the barren wasteland of civility and reason. Let us say goodbye to all that we thought we believed in.