Prosthetic Head

I see you,
Down on the front lines.
Such a sight for sore eyes,
You're a suicide makeover.

Plastic eyes looking through a numbskull.
Self effaced,
What's his face
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up.

You have a growth that must be treated,
Like a severe pain in the neck.
You can't smell it but you can't see it.
No explanation identified
'cause you dont know.
You don't say.

And you got no reply.
Hey you,
Where did you come from?

Got a head full of lead,
You're an inbred bastard son.
All dressed up,
Red-blooded,
Amannequin.

Do or die,
No reply,
Don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic.