Everything I knew is now never
Too confused to do better
I remember a house full of friends
Well fiends, and each parted my pleasure
That bill blanketed that pill
Anxious as hell for the Crushkill
Waiting for a smell to chill
Let that unkept garden wilt
No beef, the farmer's ill
Sorry still, I meant to call you back
Instead I called in sad
I love my bed but my monster
He's been mad
Relax too much you'll relapse
React too much you'll need that
Leaning awkward with a somber tight jaw
And my paws gripped to my knee caps
Could he try to steal these tabs?
No he's family, Jesus
So it seems
But only human beings
Can still have demons intact
Gotta lotta love to give
But I think I'll keep it for the time being
Attached to my bed again
Shadow stretching up the slanted ceiling
That's all mental illness is
I want a dead head
Not some mellow movement bitch
I'm sick of seeing red
Still convinced there's other colors
But I have yet to see them
You thought this purgatory was scenic
But till Hell I haven't seen shit

Let me process
It goes from bad to bland to dead
To back again, happy then it takes your girl hostage
No note
Her captor needed the company
He has what he wants from me
My art may be suffering
But my heart feels nothing
Let the strong hold the wait
Amusement Nothing
What's there to create if
Amusement Nothing

Formed a can-do attitude
Into a candid latitude
And that hand that I handed you
Did more than that man can do
He's not a fan of truth
And I'm a fanatic
Hobbies are my habits
Branded like cattle is
If the saddle fits don't adjust
Destructed trust
Atrophy amazes me
Utter pain, shuddered breath
Dope factories raised me
They're guilty of neglect
Defended you to the point
Maybe you sensed some affection
I let my empathy get the best of me
I am the king of misconception
And I'm sorry for the mention
No name though, you know yours
Just because we find our savior doesn't mean he's our lord
Resurrected and the only message that I brought forth
Was it's dark and cold
A spark couldn't hold
But Satan shared his torch
Corridors so small, your breath escapes you
Shimmy through the hall as the bones and skulls scrape you
The whole populous is rats, I'm not being hateful
But you would eat through your family if I dropped a fucking crumb from my table

Let me process
It goes from bad to bland to dead
To back again, happy then it takes your girl hostage
No note
Her captor needed the company
He has what he wants from me
My art may be suffering
But my heart feels nothing
Let the strong hold the wait
Amusement Nothing
What's there to create if
Amusement Nothing