sitting there faking at the picture of perfection
waking at the time done fine grey matter
looking at the blood with the brimming of a dead head
wondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eye
picking at the dead skin
how does gonorrhea feel
watch it re(a)d
(keep it sped)
falling off a horses high
(second day) sunshine working out the bigger sin
deep inside the house before the roof caved in
sleeping on the side (trains watching through the absent)
(peace for love and killing them).....
everybody's always flocking by
death the bodies kicking down
everyone is said and done
believe this shit is still to come
pain is just his tragedy
why is everything so needy
bottomless laughter raises the shaft
taking it after (the shit)
pain (mistrust) (it's) tragedy
pain is just his tragedy
why is everything so needy
sitting there faking at the picture of perfection
waking at the time done fine grey matter