i'll spill pictures like you bill addiction
working to keep my girlfriend out of remission
at the same time i've got kids who *****
about the languages stitched
to my ultimately ditched decision

you think i'll stand position?
while shots fire?
your pyre can't support
enough weight for my heart to hold
head's sweet continuity
report its subtle symmetry
you're the opposite of empathy
you're empty to me
you're the garbage
that lays at the soles of our feet
from the meek that shall inherit this earth
to the wounds of the weak
from the blind to the bleak

the creak in the floor that lets you
forget what you forgot writing for
while i bite off more than i can chew
and though singular individual
is capable of missing
a single missile meant to be impugnable
impede your skull

with a group of contusions
all pretentious - don't worry
there's not a hurry of stress involved

impossibly phony
you only make me want to take the piece of cake that served by holden caulfield and lack nutrition until i'm gaining scurvy
really think you could serve me?
you're a banquet plate
that's five minutes late
and the building owes me
somebody told me
you learn to live it your way
forget the pain that they play
you're plastic

you're an elastic conversation of gaining this pain
you're some kiss in the rain
scattered with the incredible hardships
of the scars on the arms of girls
who couldn't get funding to kill
wouldn't it be a thrill?

let's just go over to another country
i can't locate on a map
kill like they owe some money they hold me
who am i to be famous?
i'll be framed as patient zero
before a vacant disease, leaves and breathes
inside of my empty, chest cavity

yeah, you're really mad at me?
do you want to inspire turning up this burning
hate to the turning rate of the dial if you please?
oh, colin, damn, just geez
if you'd be straight up with these patrons
they wouldn't patronize your paternal please

basic girl - come on, please
you think that you
're the first to reserve
a statement when you're only
half as intelligent as able
you make a pageant out of the plight you find
it's fragrant
you're a vicious vagrant
you want to play
let's come and play it

like a go board
where there's a small chord
between loving your friend and being
maimed, so if you want to contain
yourself in that thinnest box
don't box a man mad of mischief

do you think i forgive?

I am the bone under the structure;
I am the last cut in the lumber;
I'm the under-advised scheme
you dreamed one day you'd live under.

You are a social plunger.
You're sucking a succubus soul
out of a whole body
of dead number.
Girl, you're a fast runner.
It must be so cute -
you smile in your boots
trace the drink to its last number.

You're just a trashed, mumbling
infant, innocent to the filth
you try to laugh under.

You're just a simple girl,
in some enchanted world,
and nothing really hurts you;
nothing just pains you like I do.

I wish you all the best.
And goddamn, you're gonna need it.
But finally proving all my tests
was never quite a secret.

You are just brilliant....