BILLBOARD Fraying Paper heart cuts A penny for my thoughts The sinking feelings In the back of my head Swell Has the quicksand won Falling short The hourglass has fallen Fly on the wall Shocked Talking to god Black butterfly sputters Stuck in a cocoon Trying to disguise The hurting Defuse the situation At all cost Mourning When the sun Won’t rise on your street Advertisements cold and wretched Far from fake news From shore to shore It continues to print tirelessly Realistically What exactly Am I looking at Head in my hands All this blasphemy Nazareth Paint a prettier scenery Produce much better results Someone call a hearse Inner circle Who’s pulling the strings Holy wars I’m all ears Dark ballads Never missed There mark They mocked and prodded Any chance they got No vacancy sign Guess it wasn’t bright enough to see Clearly Yet you all lived In my head rent free Like a bad neighborhood since birth And I want what I’m owed Plus back pay A billboard that should be Burned to scrap donated elsewhere Idyll as I am I’ll take a one way ticket to a new euphoria