There's a difference in his eyes I cannot see the thought of letting loose, of setting him free enough to churn the stomach, to gurgle, to rile his ammonic state of mind corrosive and vile
he lives his life surrounded by taunts and mistrust hiding deviacy beneath lies and thick dust the remnants of normality obscured but still there he hears their cries but no longer cares
desperation desperation where hath thou gone skin pallid upon where the sun once shone ***** cakes the carpet, blood up the walls bits of babies and adult men strewn through the halls -
[Listen! Listen! Can you hear that sound? It's the sound of your ignorance, of morality unwound]
I sat down today and looked into the mirror through a curtain of cigarette smoke, I never used to indulge in such filth a fool to sin, guess I deserve to cough, to choke
there's a jittery malevolence within I can feel with every tickety-tick-tock of the clock something unreels - a prisoner to the past, I revel in divine incense of pathetic excuses and irreverent adolescence
he's inside me now, there's nothing I can do it's the way of the world, my little flower bloom I grew now I'll nurture it, feed it, watch him flourish then maybe someday I'll finally be ******* noticed.