Maybe

You look silly with all these men

Bat your big eyes and pouting lips

They want a piece of you and, oh, they can have it

You can count all the times on your hands

Where someone has asked for the favour,

Who's there when you come back home?

Who's there when you want an escape from the escape?

Maybe you're just too in love with your life to have a healthy relationship with it

Maybe you think "you" is a viable excuse

Maybe you know what you do is associated with hell

But you want to burn, want to burn, want to burn.

You look damn good enough to eat

You know exactly what to say and how to act

You've perfected this all for long,

Fuck, I think you're not acting.

I've been the cage and the tormentor,

You've been so frail and a godsend.

Run away, little lamb, get away

Keep running and remember how evil I am.

Or maybe it's you who lacks the introspect?

Maybe it's you who cracks the whip?

Maybe you've become what you've hated?

Maybe you're just too in love with yourself.

Hide it in depression

Hide it in anxiety

Hide it in trauma

Hide it in low self esteem

Hide it in excuses

Hide it in PTSD

Hide it in your bruises

(Fuck it)

Hide it all in me

Frothing

I'm better now than I was before

At callousness and feigning all remorse

If you're in my presence, baby,

Listen to my words:

"I'm better now but I can be much worse."

Every day is a slower race

From monotony into a neutral grave

Peppered with spontaneity

and little bouts of life

We electrify ourselves with neon lies

I'm not a preaching man

But I know this ain't a way to live

I'm not a loving man

Nothing to take away. So don't give.

We promise each other eternity

But can't go a day without infidelity

We lie and bray and fight and scathe

Complacency just ain't in our veins.

Cold life, warm grave.

Sad love, great lay.

Darker now, white hot lies

Evil lust, purity crimes.

Dead words, truthful moves

Caress of secrets, transparency blues

Harmful cadence, loving gaze

Faulty merits, imperfect ways.

I just want everything to die.

Dark Room

Just a sliver is what you want

But that sliver grows in a gash

Conniving Casanovas feed at my earned joy

And leave me with their scraps.

This isn't a ground breaking revelation

And it's not a completely new scene

It's a played out fucking scenario

That gets old and loses meaning

She dances in the northwest,

She twirls in lunar speakeasies

In love with the lust of life,

She can't quit for the life of me

I'm as pointless as a tantrum

In a dull and empty room

Ravenous with the windows,

I'm jealous of their view.

From that window comes some moonlight

That demands attention in the dark

Obsessed with being drowned

Shouting at your left behind mark:

Now let me in.

Let me in.

I've been banging at your doorstep

Let me in.

Inversion

They say that misery sprouts creativity
But I ain't never seen an elephant make anything that's worth a damn.
Strep throat catharsis locks me in place and
Gives no room to express that sentiment.
Just get what's given and
Take a bow.


I once saw a pigeon with a broken wing
Try its hardest to get off the ground
I went to help, but as I got closer
It just scrambled harder to get away.
Eventually I picked it up and
It broke its neck jumping out of my
Delicate, caring hands.


That bird died and I was alone.


The more I extend the line,
                the thinner it becomes.

Plaything

Cuz you're my plaything,

I'm your beloved.

I'll leave you hanging,

Suspended above the bed.

Oh darling, darling!

They don't understand why we do anything, anything.

You ask if it's alright,

I'll tell you it's alright.

Everything's alright

I know you just want to obey.

I love you so much,

I touch you so much,

Oh we don't know much,

We just know that we like to play.

Don't go, just wait

There's no shame in letting our minds run wild

With lust on our brains

Let our passions burn about like wildfire.

Youth Culture '88

We all know just what to say

I think we'll get along okay

You say a lot and mean it all but how does it make you look?

If I told you what I'm thinking,

I know you'd hate everything.

I like the things you think you think you think

Explain it all to me, but I still think what I think

Youth, selective tolerance.

If I told you what I'm thinking,

I know you'd hate everything.

Nevermind what's right or wrong here

Culturally, we're the same.

I Want To Burn

And so we meet,

Eyes open wide

Give in, receive,

I want to burn, douse me in flames.

Let's play a game

Of who hurts first

We'll writhe in pain,

I want to burn, douse me in flames.

Modern Voids

Complacency
Has taken hold of me,
That ever-growing word that sings you away
From the terrors that plagued you in your teens,
And robbed you of your sleep,
All those sleepless nights you were terrified of your own mind.
Those all have died.

And now you're left with complacency.
Congratulations, these senses have all been rubbed off,
Those stubs from your soul struggle to wriggle.
You don't love, you don't lust,
You can't even be bothered to feel sad.
You're the fattest starving artist.

Complacent and surviving,
Calm and thriving,
But where do your passions lie this late at night?

Your shadows cast away and denounce you,
You're alone and weak and boring,
But that's alright, at least you're not
Foaming at the mouth, romanticizing suicide.

Complacency.

How do we get our passions back
When the fruits have no flavour?
How do we sharpen ourselves to perform at our best,
When you've chosen to grind away all the edges that pained you?

35 & Desperate

Hope you're out of hope,

So that you'll burn out and stop.

Choke on all those words

That lay loose in your throat but get caught.

You're not the kind of girl that sits with no love,

You always dress to impress all of your suitors.

But they can't suit you, such lustful attitude,

You're alone, alone.

Hell seems easy

When you're near me

Hell seems easy

When there's no chase from desperation.

Set all your desires

Alight to watch moths lick the flame.

Laugh while lovers whisper:

"Bon sang ne saurait montir, traite".

Can't kick the habit of "why can't I have it?

After all, sex is just a physical thing."

You just can't manage collateral damage

You're alone, alone.

Hell seems easy

When you're near me

Hell seems easy

When there's no chase from desperation.

I just need

Time to see

All you'll be

Is alone.

Neon Black Everything.

Taste it once, I can't forget

Now let me lick it  up until I do regret.

When I make love it's neon black everything.

When I wake up, it's neon black everything.

I drink at night, and dance so wet,

And strip myself down and feel the need to dress.

I look around, it's neon black everything.

I bleed my veins, it's neon black everything!

Kill me now, I'll resurrect,

What I'll become is the same as I was then.

In my heart, it's neon black everything.

I'm neon black, it's neon black everything!

I love the night and all it is, all within;

I love the leather, the way it chokes out my skin;

I love the lights, soak me in florescent;

I love neon and black, neon black everything!

Bury me baby, I'm alone.

Don't color me baby, I want none.