1.

A thrift store thesis
of a mind turned to shit
and all I want is a peace of happy pie.

This talent, wasted.
Too much psychedelic hindsight.

2.

This fragment is a fascist
when it comes to... self torture.
Bound and gagged, strapped to a bed
dazed with dreams not surreal enough to satisfy.

3.

I haven't left the house in months
who am I again?
I used to be somebody...

When things go good, sabotage it.
When things go bad, run for the hills.
Cowardly lioness with a smile -
that smile so mute and vague and dumb.

4.

These bright eyes that impress people so much
have been lacking gleam lately.
Maybe it's because I don't get much sun.

I can feel parts of the machine
coming unscrewed, bending, breaking.
No more shiny metal,
tarnished tool.

Who done it?
Who brought me here?
I did, of course
and this course of action is a wrong exit.

5.

Tulips? No.
Roses.
I love roses, I love... I love her?

Too much
too fucking much.
Just infatuation, yeah?
Yeah.

She's gone again.
I disappointed her again.
She thinks I'm insane
and that's true. True colors.

6.

Hectic telegram,
just listen for a second
I'm gonna tell you this news -
this abrupt update.

I own the moon and the stars,
lying underneath black brass
skies of ancient heart
and I am here, I am inside.

Fucking care. Don't care.
The more you care
the more I hate.

7.

Flesh of my flesh
I'll rip it free.
Blood of my blood
tainted with drugs and drink.

Take the skin and make it small
please just make me better.
Thin, grey, content?

or sick.

Maybe this is an ongoing phase,
an illness on a pedestal
when my other priorities are vacant.

8.

Push, pull, push, kill
all the demons that infiltrate
this diminished.. state? Soul?

Autistic, artistic, sadistic.
Same difference, references.
Over and out, hear me?
I'm gone, baby, I'm gone home.

This fragment, the last
doesn't really tell you shit
except for my story.

This is a history and a future
a plane I live upon.

Don't break it, don't leave, ever.
I'll see myself in hell
before I find a happy place.