A clown, a dead face, a painted soul.
A reflection, an actor, your tongue adorn.
Say what you must to do as you as you please.
Thieving, molesting the hearts of the weak.
You're presence offensive to those who could see,
Your soul to be shattered as you're thrown to your knees.
Shards of their faith drift to the floor.
They kick, scream, yet still beg for more.
Vengeance moves swift on the heels of the broken,
The disguise withdrawn, exposed, a face disposed.