August is anger
August is despair
August takes me there
To blood
To the flood
August is death
And gloom

It takes me from my room
Violates me
Mocks me
Then puts me away
August makes me pray
August is red
And rage
Gotta get out of this place

August is nothing
But grief
Never a relief
Sadness
Depression
Bargaining
Anger
And acceptance
Well not quite there
August is everywhere
And nowhere

I lose it
In august
I lose it
In months of eight
I'm always late
In summer
It creeps on me
Like drips of sweat
Dripping into my flesh
Burning my veins
Leaving nothing
But my remains

August remains
And it's seeping into
September
Or march
Maybe June
Or July
The 8th month s p r e a d   s
Just like all your lies