Mk Ultra - Letting Go Lyrics

Gooey calms Jeffrey

We found my cousin
in my uncle Trevor’s barn,
he slit his arm from
wrist to elbow and
back again.

Hey lay there twitching,
a goldfish in broken glass,
they shook him, begged, pleaded,
I said: "Let it be–
he’s gone, gone, gone."

There’s a sweetness in the worst things.

My room was bare, so I
hung a fuchsia over my bed.
The blooms hang heavy,
thrusting pistil, dripping spores;
almost obscene, withered and ignored,
they fall to the floor.

There’s a sweetness in the worst things.