's the backbone of your greed Aesthetic anarchist Your people await Aesthetic anarchist You can't be late So park your conscience where your ego lies Aesthetic
they'll say he never knew what he wants and never will who follows to lead the blind? its the anatomy of a failure sit back this should only take
so wait is this my delusion im being left by my only friend come clean and just tell me the answer do you know what you have done fuck you and your
im standing here in this place alone i often wonder will there be an ending to this one by one i watch them fall to dust to rise and then collapse
look inside yourself your soul is hollow you live inside your hell you're fake and shallow the darkness fades to light I know you're always right
searching for something walking endlessly for what seemed like days and if you wait for me ill wait for you grasping to hold on to what i cant see
its just a question of time before i forget who you are and what it was to me i cant pretend to understand a thing what if it all comes back? its
Surrounded by shadow beings tasteless worthless humans trapped into a world of pacifism no hate, no love, just grey. Huge oppressive buildings trying
Decrease the light, increase the smiles... a familiar beat is swarming the art. Soothing movement that help the evening come to a halt. Lifetime achievement
All of this means nothing D.C. made me and the rest of this mess You don't even try to fake it All of this means nothing D.C. made me and the rest of
Cleaned up a mess I'm in, now I am born again Naked, spotless motion without strings I've flushed the filth to the sea, the limbs and sharp debris But
My cancer came knocking It was dressed to the nines So I peeled back my skin And I let it come inside But it won't leave Though the guests have gone
God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not the time I'm caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night Focused on staying distracted
You've heard the voice of God, solely Everything is so clear to you, reload for the greater good Focus, throw us at the feet of the fools You don't know
Yeah, I know I look worse for the wear But I have everything at my fingertips I've been infantilized by a pat on the back and an endless go-ahead Ain
I have lived everyday of my life Thinking only of what I should think When I read back on everything that I have written On how I lived my life And in
We cut our teeth in the bedroom We slit our wrists in our costumes All of them witches, witches, witches, witches We are the death of the party We are
How ironic, I'm nailed to the cross While the vultures stuff their mouths God and the devil are split by a thin white line Six? feet from an early grave
