I scream until you like it I live until you die A prism of different mirrors Distil into blood-red nothing I scream until I die Polished, packaged and camouflaged Endless eloquence, rarely perceived You lay your Sheet of beliefs On me Making me Your own Your own all-seeming blindness Ignorant knowledge The empty paper calls me Write something deep, something painful Something you might want to live for; to see Someone you cannot be Live through me, live through mine Make me do the things you never could Create a world, put me in it You'll never see -- it's you that I mould Bleed me, feed me With your mortal words Fill me; k** me, with a pride that wasn't mine Thrill me; opinions that choke Vitalise the real me