Welcome to My Soundtrap
I built it years ago
for someone just like you.
A balaclava filled with snow.
I could be a total asshole
but you will never know.
My Great Truths lie hidden
beneath the surface.
Now that you are in my soundtrap
fuck you and your spare time.
A man named Ben is speaking to you
through miles of bullet-proof glass.
A balaclava puking emeralds.
One day he started writing sonnets.
He may even be dead.