Spiteful Intervention

It's fucking sad that we need a tragedy to occur to

gain a fresh perspective in our lives

Nothing happens for a reason, there's no point even

pretending you know the sad truth as well as I

Oh god, the morning light

Sun rays bring my paranoia

I can't function unless I'm the only one awake

Rancor of our

last conversation that

forbidden word you

deform to

handicap me then

abuse your advantage

I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals,

because your eyes are an agent of darkness

There's nothing to fight

It's just a bit of fait accompli

I spend my waking hours haunting my life

I made the one I love start crying tonight

And it felt good

Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately I'm rotted in the filth of

self offered agonies that really should

fill me with shame,

but all I have is this manic energy

I lost my page in being the black sinner disciple in

your heart collage

Just want to celebrate me

Need to suffer more

Face our pure liberty

Converts officiate

Divides new stratagems to

Disembowel our corinthian characters

I spend my waking hours haunting my life

I made the one I love start crying tonight

And it felt good

Still there must be a more elegant solution

I know I'm upside down about you

Your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick

education on the limits of humanity

So I profane the laws of some Victorian garbage

And listen to you smashing up my studio again

I spend my waking hours haunting my life

I made the one I love start crying tonight

And it felt good

Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol

That really should fill me with guilt

But all I have is asmatic energy