Discover the room
Left for two
One thing left to do:
Use my hands
I'll break your body
Take all your big plans
Smother it with a blanket
Hit your head, stuff you in the bed
Big plans: you're pillow case stuffing, *****.
You frustrate me, you're hard to carry
All your hair will fall out before you can swim in the deep blue sea

Your body is dead to me, your body is a wonderland
Your body is -- can't feel your hands, Your body is dead to me
Duh-duh-duh. Duh-duh-duh ... Duh-duh-duh. Duh-duh-duh-duh.

I realize I'll fall through every hole
Find a new love and **** myself for it
Find a way out but they eat me all up
I eat and I eat; don't get any bigger
Too tiny to be seen by God's mercy
You hung pamphlets all over my room

I'm not cold, I'm not sick
(You have the nerve which berates me)
I'm just doing as best as I can

It's overcast now but I'm not complaining
Helping hands aren't trying to choke me
So don't run away, please don't
My God won't help me but they will
The wrath of poison swallows me whole

I'm not cold, I'm not sick
Just know that I'm actually okay

a feeling in my head like it was filled with boiling cement and numbing spikes, it's difficult to handle.

I did bad. I hated the pressure. I want to go with a bang: somersault four stories high with a simple plot twist, that I'm a ****-up
just to close myself off from them, it makes me feel so heavy

Lock myself up in the hospital room's deceased smell,
Several strokes and seizures followed by a dying utterance
"We're just here to plant a dark seed for you to rely on"
There's a shock so strong they are choked into hard, stinging tears and I'm left with a struggle of disconnect; I think they are all faking it

Sitting and thinking and thinking, I'm all in my head
This isn't me; I'm just sitting and thinking and thinking
my head is filled with boiling cement and numbing spikes
I'm so ******* disappoint/ing/ed

Ugly brute voices whistle into your dog ears
You hear multiple voices; they entice you
You got dead dogs tied to your sandbag post
Let yourself mull over the boredom, you monster
Find a finger in your food; another in your eye
She gave you the worst cry for help  that one
A head watery with waste; full of watery Xanax
Trouble in the fermented paradise of bliss
You resort to the excitement; whatever that is
To cope with the vapidity of everyday life
Foamed cigarette electrical trial and error heir / air
Air roar sky dome sky-by transfers pixel crust
Render the saint-est way of transformation from dysphoria

spoke on the phone with him while  inhaling carbon monoxide fumes.You can't think about it. You just have to do it. You said you were gonna do it. Roy's body was waiting for her 50 miles apart. the eyes linger yearn fully for a detached audience. I stand above you wishing I could give you it all because you're nothing. struggle with your expression. my concern is to choke you now until you come

I can hear caffeine pills rattling in his pocket, he's got the speed of a jack rabbit,
I drove by my old friend who held a bouquet of flowers, and she's gonna meet up with him and steal the Eiffel tower

I just smile and drive on by

He's been sleepy-eyed, he's sure he's some cartoon, some kind of washed up loony-toon

I scrutinized his silver tie and his shiny tuxedo shoes, I tantalized the neighbour's daughter until I had my chance

An orange ball flashes past my closed eyes
Yesterday I drove past my friend's home
Enthralled with the blue and orange jet stream sky
I ran him over with a heartless remark

His leaky mind spawned a precious spark
Everlasting memories and she comes back
I point over and tell him to look behind
It's not even her, toddling down the hall

He turns around back at me
I realize what I've done
In my hands I hold a gun
I bite down and ask him how he's been
He smiles with no expression and says: