Yes, You're Ugly - Placenta

I don’t intend to be cruel, when honesty comes over me

A heart of stone deserves no place in the sun

A mixture of pity and disgust

Beauty has its price and your wallet is empty

A crack in the mirror

But loss is easily sealed

My overdue confession

God is deaf.

Confessions fade away

There’s no place in the sun — for you

You may scare the people around you

God is bored and … creative as well

Shut up and surrender to your genes

You lose your face with every step you take

No plastic mask could fix a temper

Your disposition is a moloch and you drown in it