.
One of those songs
that starts with the stripped down chorus:

Where does your power come from?
You are what you are not
Sometimes
Or is it just as simple
As everything you've got?
I'm taking you up on something
I think I might regret
But I'll flex my perspective,
Pretend I just forget.

And then power chords
Leading into a picked verse

You've got the heart
To color everything
The red pill makes me geek
Out but I
Held my breath til I turned purple
Now going ultraviolet
And my life looks pretty weird
But I feel alright!

Tbnc

Puppeteers all vying for
Their own attention
Felt and buttons
Wearing all their threads apart

Giapetto made himself a pretty, wooden shelf
Can you imagine being forced to be yourself?

The ache in my heart is the pulling of roots
Finding sustenance in my vulnerable cracks
Distending my veins and expanding my horizons

Rhizomes shoot from my eyes
No, i am not a potato
As I watch myself grow i find myself beautiful and horrifying
At various intervals
From various angles

Harmony starts to assimilate with dissonance
Like my passions and their dissolution
Like your face and my death

But heuristic flies in the face of contradiction.
There is some magic in the tips of your fingers
Like the corpuscles of Descartes
Wielding that potent blend of chaos and order

Eleven years have graced my back
Hands that wove such intimate passions
Which evolve and now present
Children greivously injured by birth
Or otherwise hurt (if you believe in choices)

Because you are my total paradigm
Even though i rarely think about you
To be honest
You are the massage in the walls of random rooms
Trying to ignite good feeling in a shattered mind
You are the smile of a plastered moon.

You are the taste of

Can I use this for a selfless feeling?
State, no, feeling, state, no, feeling

Honey thoughts that forgo hives
I'm about as straight as Lincoln drive

And this is how I'd naturally be
And we'd always find love and hate for me

Money talks and forgets lies
And savage judgments kiss the skies

I just sit there and gush for my 'enemies' sometimes.

(You know something's coming for you)

Your eyes and voice are like perfect medicine for my soul,
Like **** you hit such pretty notes

(You're just telling lies all the time)

You lead by example, pushing against adversity
With bravery and confidence

(There are no excuses for you now)

You endeavor to feel something, anything
And from the outside it looks beautiful
It's incredible

Flying past infinity,
I couldn't stop my tracks
Her black hair said too late
She was a matter of fact
Not just the relationship
That I have with myself
But someone who loves me
And wants to help

But I could see past you
And endeavored to stay
And cursed that endeavor
In conspicuous ways
Because you couldn't help me
And though you tried
I had better plans in mind.

I abandoned your heart
On Kiss-me-Not rock
It said thanks for your service
We're now out of stock

I wish I loved you like I should
But I'm a darkened soul
With a heavy heart
This curse I cannot bear

I wish that I could set you right
And keep you warm on every side
But there's nothing I can do
And you
Don't want.

Don't wanna hear it from ME,
I'll be the yoni to your blade
I'll be the sickness in your heart
That feeling
You can't bury 'til your living soul departs
I'll be the shadow in your eyes
Providing contrast to the skies
I'll ****
Every last drop of venom from you.

I wish that I could take this well
But I've got awful news to tell
I gotta spin it like it's good
I gotta feel it in my heart

I wish that you could set me straight
But I was always just a kook
Regrettably, but you
Don't want.

Don't wanna hear it from ME,
I'll be the test site of your bombs
I'll be the blossom of awareness
That knowing
You try to swallow but you've just become your death
But you're still here and grateful now
But what if someone figures out...
I'm ******
Take the last drop of venom from me now!

heavy minor breakdown with thick, slow guitar

I feel damaged,
I feel whole
I'm not with you
I've deceived my soul

Take no pity
Take a pound
I'm all too willing to go down, down
Down, down...

But you--

Don't wanna hear it from me
I'll be the re-posIT-ory
For every finalized sensation
I'll be the broker i'll forsake you
It shouldn't matter if it's forced
Forced to seal the deal
Because you have to live with that
And my god, it just ain't right

And im just making sick excuses