So don’t tempt me with your soft darkness There’s something sinking in my lost little conscience You lie there trying not to move anymore Your hideous voice is bellowing through the floor Big pounding fear, you can’t get your own words out of your head You just want to die but you’re too weak, you drink yourself to sleep instead An icy wind You breathe it in You’re choking on A woebegone grin Your chilly lung Is where the musician strums There’s something else, It’s where your heart hung A single microphone Is strung up on its own You sing into the noose It’s what you’re used to now Everybody’s gone Your single bloody swan down In the murky lake Now all you do is wait Until she flutters a wing And with a shudder we sing An ancient misery Of all the people we Bled in front of whom Now in a different room Stiff stucco dividing our doomsdays You wanna open us up Kick down every door You plead to press your solid bones Against a hard wood floor And there’s really nothing more (to it) Let’s face it, every nobody dreams of a dry division from it You wanna cut yourself up, cut you off from the rest of it all, Ontologic separation is your geographic dislocation, it’s your goal But don’t fall from your newfound grace, Just build a big wall around your little face And dream up a distant new definition for your own little soul-space An icy wind You breathe it in You’re choking on A woebegone grin Your chilly lung Is where the musician strums There’s something else, It’s where your heart hung Like you’ve got one at all, Like you’d know how to install one If you every actually saw one Burning under a tall, beating sun Beat your little drum of indifference And disregard your apathetic inheritance Your genetic obnoxiousness From that great burning father Away from whom you uselessly wander Futile endeavor, fruitless encounter with blandness and blather Now you’re a world apart from the talons of Big Other You’ve built yourself your very own birth-mother So dream your silent stolen thoughts And starve your little brother for whatever he’s got There’s nothing nice to tell yourself now, And the walls around you haven’t got a way out to get to Cuz you’ve got no womb to spill open outward You’ve got no name to spell backward You’re writing in code, but the messages all fall away from it You don’t need to feel a way, cuz you can’t always glance sideways at it Doesn’t mean you’re dumb, But you’ll never be stupid enough Just stupidly rough, when you tell yourself That you live a world a part from everybody else That you tear up its torn-apartness That you alone listen up when it speaks of its own silence Misery bleeds like a diabetic, But your so-called mystery breathes like an asthmatic Your artificial new-life has fallen ill, But you still press on, with your stubborn will power, Bull dozing through every faint hearted hour of the day With your silent decisions that nobody sees, And you blandly, placidly pray, to leave your own hell You ask yourself, May I please be excused, Will you please exclude me from falling on my knees, There’s nothing left for me to need And there’s nothing I haven’t felt the need to plead for So honestly, I’m only genuinely begging for an opportunity to die fighting For something to fight for I only want to live on in peace with nothing to live for peacefully I only want to shake off my stupid and gleefully heart-broken Mindset of unspoken sympathy for only every part of me That hasn’t fallen a part, due in part to my own stupid lazy and brainless Attempts to better my babyishness, wholly and once and for all, I don’t want to crawl anymore So please just let me lay on this goddamn floor For lack of a better world, I’m tearing this one apart Heart from bloody, deranged heart Flatlands and flatliners Abbreviated lunatics Dust colored attics And broken-off broom handles Moth covered comforters And mole hills out of mountains A chilly kind of rage, Until the page is turned And the moth eaten paperback Is burned, on principle Cuz everyone is invincible But our strength is invisible I’m only perfect, And nobody’s human But a beautiful woman Is crying in her own blood So keep me in your prayers, Soul slayer, And make a mountain out of my only bloody son

I’m super-reified And I don’t really mind If you didn’t realize What kind of thoughts I had in mind To share with you today On this long hour But I’ll do my best to make some sense of it all But sometimes the only sense you can make is nonsense But you’ve gotta keep in mind that nothing doesn’t make sense Even if it’s absent of meaning That doesn’t mean a thing, except That sense doesn’t always mean something When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail When all you got is a hammer, everything looks like a skull Let’s all get a little bit caught up All the junk that everybody bought up Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy Take all of your useless toys Hand ‘em over back and forth Before they wind up on the shores Make all of your useless noise And celebrate the uncelebrated Instigate a tune elevated Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends There is no end, just a million starts Put an end to finishing things Begin everything endlessly Even if you do it a bit pretentiously Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly I’m a hyperbolic motherfucker But I don’t really care that much for much at all But sometimes I do and lots of stuff is just narcissism, for sure But yeah I’m sure I’ve got something I really Wanna needa gotta gonna say right now So sit down please I don’t mean to be rude I suppose you can stand, but stay right here No before yes and life after no Everything is guesswork with questions like clockwork Sometimes I think to myself I’m gonna throw away some time-wasting thoughts Just choose a path at random Say no before yes cuz I’m always gonna rearrange The cut-and-paste coin-toss I decide when I won or lost I don’t really care about it But every time I try to explain what I mean I’ve gotta really, really mean what I’m explaining And the fact is the deeper I get involved In my own cyclical thoughts The less I start to care But it’s not cuz I’m lazy It’s because I start to see the nonsense for what it really is: A reflection of and interplay with the idiocratic world around me Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts Before it begins, Who’s crazy first? Me or the world around me That wants to be instantly done with everything it starts Before it begins, immediate consumption of a moment Exploit the fleeting nature of the now There is no presence I said it before and after I said it I don’t have to do it I already said it I don’t have to say it again I just did Let’s all get a little bit caught up All the junk that everybody bought up Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy Take all of your useless toys Hand ‘em over back and forth Before they wind up on the shores Make all of your useless noise And celebrate the uncelebrated Instigate a tune elevated Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends There is no end, just a million starts Put an end to finishing things Begin everything endlessly Even if you do it a bit pretentiously Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly I don’t really care Cuz I’m not uncomfortable to say what I want But I don’t actually know Anything that would please me The way I need to be satisfied The things I need to be whole inside Don’t exist anymore, never had a chance at lifting me From glowing bloody gray To a rooftop shouting But that’s just romanticism False nostalgia, ingenuine longing A hostile way of blaming today For something that never existed in the first place Yes, I’m monotone Cuz I don’t barely care Just enough for this breath Just a little less Just a little… Conflicted apathy I’m running out of fear I wish I could run like hell from here But the fleeting pinned-downness The illusively concrete The mistaken sensation of something to stand on Keeps cycling under my feet You know it And so does anyone who thinks about it For just one moment before Their face collides with the door But there’s something ultimately concrete About that very lack of solidity Anyone you meet Might say the same in other words, It’s all we’ve got to stand on Namely a very true uncertainty The ground on which we stand Is the sky above our heads I’m well aware that everything goes over my head And that’s the ground I stand on That nothing is there to be understood Nothing sits still under micro-gazing But that doesn’t mean I’m crazy It just means I’m human It just means I’m awake It just means that I finally fell into oneness with the absence of any Working equation, That’s my super-reification Quick flash to pay off the chaos, Me or the world around me Quick flash to pay off the chaos, Immediate consumption of a moment Let’s all get a little bit caught up All the junk that everybody bought up Ain’t nothin but fish now, so every sweet girl and boy Take all of your useless toys Hand ‘em over back and forth Before they wind up on the shores Make all of your useless noise And celebrate the uncelebrated Instigate a tune elevated Wake up in the dark, and tell your friends There is no end, just a million starts Put an end to finishing things Begin everything endlessly Even if you do it a bit pretentiously Stand up, sit down, don’t do anything Drop what you’re holding, jump really slowly