I spent the night in a state of fright,
burning out through doubt, suppressing appetite
Such a climactic chase leaves me a basket case
convulsing to the beat of disgrace
I paint these hallways with the broken swears
from the complaints I always cut from my affairs
and when I sit back down, my pupils hit the ground
grasping for answers that I haven’t found
When you have fun, you’re a social strum
while my face and fingertips burn red and numb
Upon this angst I sit, one more climactic hit,
abhor the tragic case called getting over it
Apathy, sweet apathy, my futile lash at thee
This conquered gaze I flaunt for days will make you pity me
Bore slightly and persist for quite the anarchist
I should have knocked on wood I’m shocked I stood so close to this
I hope you know, you’re an idiot
Your aesthetic goes to fully contradict
your range of common sense, that claims its innocence,
and turned me out to pout and repent
But nonetheless, I’ll make it on your list,
as the undone, obsessed compulsive masochist
Unhatched its who I am, but scratched into my plan,
I fit the frame of a saner man
I played your game, through all the rage and shame
I learned to take it easy or end up insane
I feel the lust and hurt, from my meal of dust and dirt,
concealed in trust I thus portray the introvert
Apathy, sweet apathy, my futile lash at thee
This conquered gaze I flaunt for days will make you pity me
Bore slightly and persist for quite the anarchist
I should have knocked on wood I’m shocked I stood so close to this
And when you talk to them, I unblock my phlegm,
one more jealous twitch upon which I’m condemned
With thirst you’ll move along, in search of smooth and strong,
Leave me to rot in thought of what on earth went wrong
I hope you know you’re an idiot,
your aesthetic glows and yet you lack the wit
to realize what was meant, despite those cursed events
that brought our tainted run to its end
I hope you know I don't give a shit,
your aesthetic bodes a grace that doesn’t depict
your inner disconnect this is my void attempt
to counteract all the compliments
I love it. Have to agree with still bummed: this packs an emotional punch but rocks hard. I've played this whole album repeatedly over the last week which is unusual for me. Exhilarating, poignant, intelligent, melodic. Robin Ward
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