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.