Sirens of Your Toxic Spirit

What I recall

Remembered past is insanity

And the clatter

Misapprehensions of

Killing you but not

Fast enough to really matter

The flume of your struggle

Is flooded with sorrow and

Poisons everybody near it

I'm not a patron of yours anymore

Don't want to hear it

The sirens are your toxic spirit

Of your addictions and shiftingness

Inherited from your father

I know you struggle to keep them in check

But at this point why even bother

The flume of your struggle

Is flooded with sorrow and

I'm not a patron of yours anymore

Don't want to hear it

The sirens are your toxic spirit

Well, friendships you have left

Do not derive from love

They're just a work form of charity

I've wounded you and you've wounded you too

At least we can feel good about the parities

The flume of your struggle

Is flooded with sorrow and

I'm not a patron of yours anymore

Don't want to hear it

The sirens are your toxic spirit