to see double digits
to see double digits
to see double digits
i touch the same places on my neck where your hands were

skip skip
cd so scratched that it skips the chorus
victory tastes like blood and alcohol and swollen tongues
oh but i see clearly now

there is a universe where i am dead
an absence of me
that is where I belong, take me

i did something bad, a thousand years ago, i know i did
i think that perhaps this is my punishment
i would rather lie suspended in molten rock in the core of the earth
not spinning and tossed through space but swimming in sizzling flesh and marrow

if i hold my breath, will i implode?
will i become a single atom, will i cease to exist?
take me there, my horns will shatter

to be nothing
to be nothing is to breathe without lungs
do you think