What you don’t understand I don’t have to explain
All the trash from my mouth washes down the drain
If you don’t have a name for it, I don’t have to sign for it
No one left to blame for it, I won’t go insane for it
Everybody picks up the pieces of me,
Wasted on the garbage of a burning black sea
Nothing left inside but the basest of needs
I’m nothing but a pile of outspent offerings

With a fire deep inside, even flames can’t guide me
Burning bridges not blazing trails, don’t mind me
I’ll be explanation-free like predictable wildfire charring life
Is what you don’t make of it, define the world within the negative
Beautifully hemorrhaging the causes of a mind
Bleeding out the truth that always kept us in line
I’ll be in the middle of what I never find
A quiet little moment always leaves you behind

Sometimes all lack of hope and common wit
Is all you need to move beyond the age-old bullshit
That haunts your small face every moment you’re awake
See the world for what it is, we’re all a bunch of sticky kids
Don’t smile down on suffering, don’t wink like you won’t suffer in time
Twitchy little guilty needs are all that I can satisfy
Why should I feel bad if that’s all I can afford
And every other hour I go back to being bored

Break me
Please break me open
Tell me if I see anything worth holding on for dear life
I hate you sincerely yours truly
Is a life of burning blessed bloody blankets of fire

It really inspires
Me to get down on my knees and thank your good lord for self-pity
Burning myself in a crouching position
Tragic and noble self-sacrifice is just self-hatred in a thin disguise

The worst part of being held under water,
And suffocating only on the darkest of your dreams
Pull your head above the darkness
Choke only on the streams that were meant for you
Is that I must infer that since the only way to rescue me is by myself
Then the only origin of all this hell is that I did it to myself
But the bloody hugs and kisses of confusion
Will stop me point blank every time I try to yank myself free from it
I can mix up every metaphor and simile with it cuz no one’s even listening to it
When I hold my breath say please breathe me in
And out, hold me under my own hatred and doubt

Your trash eats at you
Do you have the courage to let it go
Your trash eats at you
Do you have the courage to let it go
Your trash eats at you
Do you have the courage to let it go
Your trash eats at you
Do you have the courage to let it go

To empty is to allow life
There is no absolute
To allow life there is no absolute
To allow life there is no absolute
To empty is to allow life
There is no absolute
To allow life there is no absolute
To allow life there is no absolute

I’m not waiting any longer for a breath to take
I’m not waiting for any feelings to fake
What if the only thing I feel is what I think
But I think with my heart
But the only thing I think with said heart
Is that there’s nothing left to feel from the start
Cuz all the world is farce
But you’re not worth my outrage
And even in a song, your bullshit has to be clever,
But my wits are far long gone and forlorn at that
I can summon them back should I wish
You’re just not worth it
One burning little kiss with the fire of disturbedness
And I’m emptying out all my insides of all they ever harnessed
Cuz skill is just another word for habit
And habit’s just another word for repetition
And repeating’s just another way of holding
And holding’s just another way of keeping
And keeping time is just another way to say you’re rhythmically inclined
Which only means you make rigidity and fluidity make love together
Which is just another way to say they fucked each other
Like rabbits
All because you can’t let go of your dirty little habits,
Even when you’re happy to have it,
Your own life knows you’ll never grab it
Cuz you’re too busy grabbing yourself
And you’d love to let go
Just gimme a minute
And every name for mental masturbation has some truth in it
And that is all that addiction is,
Namely all the fiction that the world says it is
Which is, to be exact, something only has-been’s and hacks
Fall prey to,
So fall down and pray that you
Will never succumb too
As well, while you’re down there,
Take a look above and around
And tell me all the functional men and women
Bound for sensible lives and fields of work and study
Don’t publicly shuttle their basest little beasts of desire around with them
Not just bound to be some, but proven to be all
Observably so,
So that all you see when you’re prone to take in the disease
Are men and women sustaining all their existent needs
On not a medicine, not a cure, not even an overused, not an abused medication
But the sickness itself
It’s not an overstated truth to say the points you make are insatiable little trivial
Explosively simple burningly solitary greeds
Pointing back toward nothing but themselves
Their only satisfaction is more of what they haven’t gotten
Everybody trained not to not need
People trained to need what they do not
And so hot headed about it
Because they can’t move their little faces away from the only things they see
Which are mirrors everywhere,
Constantly shining a light down upon them
As if the harness in place around their souls
Were anything but darkness filling in the holes
That the harness makers drilled in to them
To make them need the darkness to fill them in
Which darkness we all see as the light of our shining selves
Smiles back to me in your carefully crafted funhouse mirror
Funny funny, and beautifully true
That is me! Is it not? How could not it be?
Oh god. The terribly ridiculous truth is
In fact, none of it is beauty
It is unbearably vicious
Unfortunately,
It is still, in fact and in fiction,
As true as truth gets.

For all the pretty shades of my grateful little insides
Are really the bloody hell house in which we all reside

And being so hooked on hell,
I am never an anomaly
I am only a far more honest version
Of the world’s perversion
Please break me.
Please take me inside of you.
Please break me inside you.
So that I may feel someone else’s light
Aside from my own
Shining through them
I am done with that reflection
I’m done with that reflection
Silly notion
It’ll be my extinction

You don’t understand
There’s nothing to hold onto
And there’s nothing we haven’t held.