To them I feel like steel, pulp, salt and peel  Nothing is real and nothing is not a thing  Reminder pinch and sink one more inch and synchronise  with it's terms. Decline, it's in here you will find  Splintered times and sling blade kinds that are going to  Cut you down blind. Suspend and mend your kind how?  It's the prevention of the mind fuck. I've just gone and  Reinvented my fuck!  I don't bleed for the things that sink and scathe  I don't need those things with tits and arse  I don't think I think there is anything true  A lover scathed harps in vain that harboured paint to  Celibacy  I heal like feel like what? That I'm not complete  Without it whatever it me be not passed down onto me  Down through the family tree and so where the thing that  you don't want to be  I am not your sun why I'm no ones  Is because I don't make excuses  for what I am not like yourself    A hurter and stealth  You've taken my heart now my dick and go fuck yourself  I have tried to lick and cleanse the purpose in the hope  To adhere one train of thought in you  I have stooped and lessened myself for  I predict and hypothesise that these  Outcomes and they are always so precise  I predicted this outcome although I am not blinded  By the lover of lies  All through the lust not the  eye not to be mistaken again  Fuck you! You'll never hurt or  understand for it never was in you  I don't bleed for things that sink or scathe  Thank you, fuck you, there! Do I think there is anything  true? Love it scathes, discovers pain  Face it although I don't  My bliss in denial  Fuse it to bind you refuse it to remind you  Conclusive I bind to celibacy  I don't bleed for things  That sink and scathe  Blissed by myself