We try holding off
Laughters subtle
When the satires
Dry after
An infection
You develop
Immunity

And
Can't be stricken
Again (and again and again)
And
Can't be stricken

With the smallest trace of light
I'm a dead end
Keep your distance
I'll stay sequestered
I'm a contented child
So stay the fuck away

I'm a dead end
Keep your distance
I'll stay sequestered
I'm a contented child
So stay the fuck away