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Out in the wastelands,

The vultures will beat you to

Death if your mask leaves

Your true face exposed.

Hedgehog’s dilemma.

You can’t give an inch, or you’ll

End up with scars from

Their razor smiles.

Hopeless deceit,

A transparent defeat.

While the symphony plays

Songs of lonelier days to come.

Please don’t ever ask,

I’ll never tell.

This armor won’t save me.

I feel discomfort and rage at the thought,

And I constantly feel that this

Makes me a burden to you.

Gripping your shoulders,

Their talons tear flesh from your bones,

While their maw breaks your

Soul with a smile.

Hedgehog’s dilemma.

You can’t ask for space, or they’ll

Skin you in front of

Your so-called friends.

Hopeless deceit,

A transparent defeat.

While the symphony plays

Songs of lonelier days to come.

Please don’t ever ask,

I’ll never tell.

This armor won’t save me.

I feel discomfort and rage at the thought,

And I constantly feel that this

Makes me a burden to you.

Would these teeth of mine save us?

Would these words of mine help us die?

To live amongst the vultures,

You too must feed on flesh.

No matter if it breaks your will,

Or makes you wish for death.

Deep in the pit of

Your guts, you must summon the

Will to consume flesh,

A carrion feast.

Hedgehog’s dilemma.

Revulsion obscured by the

Mask we all wear to

Endure this life.

Hopeless deceit,

A transparent defeat.

While the symphony plays

Songs of lonelier days to come.

Please don’t ever ask,

I’ll never tell.

This armor won’t save me.

I feel discomfort and rage at the thought,

And I constantly feel that this

Makes me a burden to you.