A knotted entanglement of men grown flaccid can still entice
And provide the pleasure your unholy body desires
Do not bite the hand that feeds you
That hand would rather a safe murder spree
Call upon your vacancy to provide
Some sort of home for what the beast wants
Provide
You planted a tree which grew to be
Filled with enticing fruit
However when it is eaten
Your heart will break into two
Provide
I lay here
On the verge of tears
Never quite tipping over the edge
My patience is nearing its end
There's something I'm telling myself
And I don't think you'd want to hear
"You better hold your head down boy
Until your neck hurts
Just remember the last time you spoke
It was a mistake
And everytime you see them it's a reminder
Of the problems you made
And everytime you look in the mirror
You can't believe 'this is me'"
I lay here
It's night now
I've been tossing and turning for hours
On a loop I feel quite devoured
I don't even think of any future where I'm there
I think about how I would dispense my specter trajectory