Nope.

"Kill your idols"

Such a quick-witted bit

A waltz into an idea that quickly

means nothing

Your voice turns to brass so quickly

When I am not in love

The bruises take longer to disappear

Than you do

And I mean that in the way

That I prefer bruises

Sometimes I want to get into a fight.

Sometimes I want to kick and yell

White noise of suppressed anger

But you are radio silence

You are all radio silence,

You bruise-givers

You skin-diggers

You mind-benders

You are only breaking your own heart

I don't want to watch the macabre

I am tired of shows