They built up walls to make a house,
Made doors and locks to keep me out,
My folks make tapes to show me how,
To overshade a son and make him feel drowned.

In his own “home”.

We all feel those moments,
No one hears us scream.
Sometimes we earned it,
Some times we can't breathe.

But in the end we die.
We heave and lurch out our last breath.
Our soul never leaves our body.
Ataxic heart beats, then death.

Aesthetics a fake word.
Nothings pretty at all.
I drink my beer and i sleep sad,
My liver cries from the alcohol.

I know things now that I didn't know young
Like loves a fake prophecy we take **** like a drug.
No one makes you happy and all that it leaves,
Is another empty promise that you try to achieve.

We all fall down.

I hold your hand,
Hold your head up above the toilet.
Then you **** another dudes ****

Hold your hand, hold your heart in my chest,
Then you **** another dudes ****.

This is love.
Can't you feel it, can't you taste it, can't you smell it,
In her mouth where he went.

Oh this is love :)