| The Toxic Shock Mountain Blues |
|---|
| It feels comforting, apathetic until a situation |
| reaches a point of extreme despair |
| Merciless, the story goes and |
| It feels great to never really be here |
| I am morally culpable |
| And you only |
| You only have the slightest idea |
| Paranoid about the evolution of my feelings |
| Or lack there of, could take |
| I’m a walking contradiction |
| So, so, so, so |
| I lick the nipples of perfection, turn around |
| And bury my face in the belly of the beast |
| Or wherever I think it belongs the most |
