| Watch me, I’m kicking the wall
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| I’ll break through it before I go
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| And leave a hole my shape in everything you know
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| Death comes last to the party
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| Meanwhile I’m biding my time
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| So you can’t take your own life
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| That’s cutting in line
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| Fear not the big drag
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| It’s not that you’re going to be lost
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| It’s just less likely that you’ll be found
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| Find someone to worship now
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| The rest is silence, other, outside
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| Below, beneath, and how —
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| And petition against your imagination
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| You don’t know shit about me
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| Focus on the return to yourself
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| And the choices you make
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| Between your pleasure and growing up
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| Lovely, it’s amazing
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| How nothing ever changes
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| I know that hurt can go on forever
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| It strips the taste from the constellations
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| I know nothing lasts forever
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| I know that hurt can go on and on
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| Cause I eat stress and I shit blood
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| And buddy, I’ll tell you, it never gets better
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| When the ache gets too extreme, remember
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| That this retreat from memory is your right
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| And nothing’s going to work
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| Retreat from what you’ve come to know as right
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| He steps to the dress and my skin
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| Hell ripped the fucking river open
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| To some other world they dragged me
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| I have a history of surrender
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| Part of a certain set of choices
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| Found among the many paths
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| Forged by lies I told myself
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| Lies like 'I will be protected'
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| Lies like 'death might forget me'
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| Like 'home is where I’m never invited'
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| Like 'my voice provides a light'
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| Like 'I can have everything I want before I die' |