It's f**king sad that we need a tragedy to occur to gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Nothing happens for a reason  there's no point even pretending you know the sad truth as well as I

Oh god  the morning light
Sun rays bring my paranoia
I can't function unless I'm the only one awake

Rancor of our

Last conversation that

Forbidden word you
Deform to
Handicap me then
Abuse your advantage

I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals

Because your eyes are an agent of darkness

There's nothing to fight
It's just a bit of fait accompli

I spend my waking hours haunting my life

I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good

Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately I'm rotted in the filth of
Self offered agonies that really should
Fill me with shame
But all I have is this manic energy

I lost my page in being the black sinner disciple in your heart collage

Just want to celebrate me

Need to suffer more

Face our pure liberty

Converts officiate

Divides new stratagems to

Disembowel our corinthian characters

I spend my waking hours haunting my life

I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good

Still there must be a more elegant solution

I know I'm upside down about you

Your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education on the limits of humanity
So I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage

And listen to you smashing up my studio again

I spend my waking hours haunting my life

I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good

Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol
That really should fill me with guilt
But all I have is asmatic energy