The mural, it was of myself
Amongst lycanthropic flowers
I was in the Balkins
And 6am was the hour

I saw this in a psych ward
The strangest thing it was
To see a portrait of myself
It seemed as if I was in Hell

Sometimes I think I am alone
And I don't know where to go
Sometimes I wonder why I feel
So utterly inhuman

The things that I remember doing
That I could not possibly have done
Though I have hurt a lot of people
I also remember killing one

My name was Ire, I was transformed
He screamed, but still I struck him down
My hands, they trembled, then I was gone
I was a murderous hellhound

The next morning I awoke
And fear was struck in all of them
I wonder what I actually did
I wonder where my victim went

Something whispers deep inside me
"You are the apocalypse."
So I set my pipe beside me
And think "I'm too high for this."

Your eyes are like diamonds
Before they were compacted
Your lips are as soft as a peach
Pit cut in half
Your skin is as white and smooth as paper
After it has been crumpled and singed
Your body is as beautiful as
That of a manatee
Don’t worry, maybe you look like a mermaid

from a distance

Leonardo Di
Caprio, Leonardo
DiCaprio, yeah

Just ****
Feel the thrill
You have your power still
The violence
Breaks the silence
Come with me back to Hell

Your eyes
Can't disguise
The ire that you hide
So feel it
But don't reveal it
Until it's time to

Break the weak and burn the broken
This is what your soul desires
Show them everything you feel
Make them know that you are real
Come with me into the fire

So ****
Feel the thrill
You have your power still
The violence
Breaks the silence
Come with me back to Hell

Break their bones and spill their blood
This is what you want to do
Show them that you cannot feel
Make them know that you are real
Come with me into the fire

So ****
Feel the thrill
You'll have your vengeance yet
The violence
Breaks the silence
They will never forget you

The choices you make define you
The past is who you are
But don’t let that confine you
To not going far

Mistakes, they serve a purpose
Just like sadness and pain
They are all reminders
Of what not to do again

So make your past a good one
So that when you’re frail and old
With your family gathered around you
A marvelous story can be told

The moon looks like an onion
Hanging in the sky
The stars are like pinholes in fabric
Through which shines a light
The trees, they look like withered hands
Along the dark horizon
Water seems obsidian
I’ll wait ‘til the sun comes again

Something's wrong within my psyche
Something I cannot control
There aren't many people like me
Or at least I think so

Sometimes I am self-indulgent
Sometimes I am self-aware
Sometimes I'm completely present
Sometimes I'm not even there

shared delusions, mass confusion
this is the apocalypse
mass euphoria, it'll floor ya
raving at the end of days

smoke your laughter, bottled love
this industry conforms us
death to the masses, while i take classes
stimulants for days

trip out your friends, life never ends
DMT is God and then
the time constricts, this is it
you fall into infinity

Sometimes I am lost in space
My reflection is not my face
I see what's behind the veil
On the waves of consciousness I set sail

So what is this abomination
Deep inside my fractured mind
I remember all the people
That I may have left behind

And so I will not remember
With the help of drugs and *****
By the time it is September
I will have nothing to lose

I look at you
You look at me
Your frightened face is all I see
"You made a bet with me
In elementary school!"
You beg as I look at my hands
The world blurs, turns red, I scream
I'm told they had you killed
In the morning