Purist Realist

Purist realist manipulates Purist realist segregates Purist realist on their own terms Purist realist, you never learn Inner loathing, the mounting hate Hundred fights, a thousand regrets Sacrifice You wear me like a second skin Dwelling on a scene of bitter love Harping on some forgotten war The shadow former self Purist realist manipulates Purist realist segregates Purist realist on their own terms Purist realist, you never learn Two-faced preacher Denied yourself Purist realist A rotting state of grace Sacrifice You wear me like a second skin The shadow former self Cannot be me Cannot be me Cannot be me Cannot be me Cannot be me Cannot be me Cannot see the once-treasured Depleting life it shows in you weakness, impotence Inability to have spoken Summarizing that teasing That non-restricted feelings set in a moment In dealing Return to the source of regret