Back off, off. . You're the stranger in here with your stranger face. You know that everyone can see is false. Something's rotten with you, you show no regret.
These monkey faces are laughing at me, I'm easy. I'm one of life's rejections anyway, yeah. I wanted to be beautiful. . My big decisions all go with the flow, I'm easy.
Wait around. I'll be walking quite a while. Don't be late, hard to take. Vicar twists and gets away. . His lipstick's running. His dress is stunning. He's got high heels on.
In the sand you used to lay. You'd be there at my side. As the night fell on the shore. She had gone. I trusted to you to stay. . Read the story in the papers.
Roll on up and queue in line. All you need is here. Absurdity in what you see. Can't match the state you're in. . All things are flawed to me. Stick with the things that you know.
And there's someone. Always laughing over me. A taste of my inferiority. It mocks me and weakens me. Emphasizes what is wrong with me. . And now that I am not content to be.
You see my fear looks like laughter. That's why you never hear me scream. And I'm learning to rule in my simian shoes. Tradition has absorbed the sickest things.
My book of Mormon wrapped in Turin. And it seems inferior and jittery. You preach elastic to your jagged flock. In an eerie passion for self flattery.
Fingers severed on a mirrors edge. Isolated with no respect. Conversation has been replaced. Punctured slowly ideas escape. . My possessions are all I have.
The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new. And I feel a new beginning. The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new. And I feel a new beginning.
This rooms dimensions. I know them off by heart by now. They're stored, remembered. And this disturbs me, my personality. . I'm living longer. There's less insomnia and stress.
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon. And I judge myself by the adverts I see. My deodorant hides the real me. These things elevate me above animals.
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon. And I judge myself by the adverts I see. My deodorant hides the real me. These things elevate me above animals.
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon. And I judge myself by the adverts I see. My deodorant hides the real me. These things elevate me above animals.
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon. And I judge myself by the adverts I see. My deodorant hides the real me. These things elevate me above animals.
So what do I believe in. I walked away from a million gods. To keep me safe from dying. . I'm sure I've been here once before. I'm sure I've been here once before.
Anti everything. (Live in Richard Roger's doorways). I care nothing. (Lives at the bottom of your strung out conscience). He looks mescaline. (Take the day off, it's cheap for cider).
I'm writing these words like the fool that I amTrying to say something. good like the person (I am)But it's all just a sham 'cos the writer I am. notCould say anything, you'd believe themJust your A-typical.
Fuck you and your goddamn scene. it never meant that much to me. it never was that interesting at all. you are becoming obsolete. no one listens even when you scream.
When I sleep. I dream of leaving you. I can't find a switch in the dark. Passed out cold. Thought my way through an empty room. Fever dreams, my racing heart.