Why Should I Be Good If You're Not?

The suspended children of silk
Wicked kids bloodborne, bloodbathed
Ragdoll silk milking out of my (yet their) eyes in the blank shore
Blankets flumed by them
Nothing beyond your species
It's all about your so-called behaviour
You're not at the mercy
Of their chimeras and spells
... And they reproach you tirelessly for not looking enough.
Death is crawling over and under survival
Your bass pattern
Draws CR-78 lines in the copycatbooks I am not able to maintain
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly
I settle for a ghost I never knew (it was always you)