My boredom is married to my indecision, so I finger another cigarette, frozen in a useless moment
If I had a flare for every time you stared, I'd send it off into space with the rest of the waste that once was golden
Mystery equals mind games and my brain is fried
Wishing I could be the last person alive on earth, where I could be alone with ***** and records- But I bet I was the first person alive on earth; the explanation for why my roots are dumb mud and ****
Souls are recycled from the pit, and the story never ends- maybe next time zen will be in my genetics
Purgatory is a cocoon where the only struggle is waiting for a savior, while you're surrounded by messiahs who didn't make the cut
Wanna go undercover in the audio afterglow and show the universe I can invent new sounds
I want adrenaline and I need peace- the country is lonely and the city never sleeps
Stay or run away, burn out or fade away- Want to go by the lyrics of my heroes, but I fear they've been corrupted
I'm wandering blindly through the dark forest, and I know there's light up ahead but I don't have the strength to climb the trees
I've learned the hard way that spirits aren't bullet-proof- They dissolve with the help of betrayal and ego
I know I have enemies but I lack the capacity to hate- I am man and I am woman and I am nothing and I am everything and I'm a freak and I'm a bottom feeder and still I wonder why people are so cruel when the answer is obvious- but I remain oblivious and blame it on the three millimeters growing inside my head
Tied to the rocking chair, flexing a muscle, while styrofoam stars surround the moon that's being milked by my eyes