There is nothing but mist in my lungs And tar in my veins I'm out of this world Something went wrong Something went just bad
Here is the void of misery The sun has been swallowed by some cosmic grief Infinite conscience spitting blackness over and beyond And I'm wondering.. do the worms feel the absence of light? Here I am, sick, unpleased by it all I am the wound of my being Since I am the knife and the rope Of this rape relation between me and me
I need to get below everything I must know, smell the essence I want to throw myself through this window in the sky to remember what I may have forgotten
What if the stars melts Into our blackholed hearts In the ground fades on us We will never know
I want to spit in the eye of god And see the world without eyelids I wish he sees me as the failure Of his dream of greatness and beauty.