The mind is a sponge absorbing your secrets the body's
There's always a downside
Impossible together
Not ever happy apart
I cut
Wide eyed sleepers death in motion daylight creepers wearing all
I Hold Your Throat Within My Naked Hand I Can
With A Guilt Ridden Frown Hidden Smiling Deep Down Lead
How Am I Supposed To Think? Can I Feel? My
Distraught In Deprived Thought Within A Golden Rave I Make
Mother may I?
Mother may I please go outside and
Beat Like A Dog, Pissing All Over Shit ON The
Too much nothing
I'm always excusing myself
But now it's getting hard
(We've Got To Get Together
Got To Get With The Game
Acting Tragically,
In An Inept Manner
Trying To Act Like
Is there really anyone there
Fall on deaf ears all of