He Tripped, He Fell, Then He Landed on His Superego
How can you say such terrible things?
Staining the air when your words seem to spite the smile on your face
And I can still feel their sting
Despite shielding my ears
When you show up without warning
Just as night becomes morning
(Adorned with that sinister grin)
Fishing hooks, open eyes
Wage your war, kill your gods
Thirst for more
Covetous tongues panting with the deepest of reds
Creep across every face as you think of emptiness with a smile
And curved lips that you could never disguise
I'm more amazed than aghast
Watching this beautiful mangled mess of twisting metal and plastic
Colliding and become one with me
Constantly screaming myself to sleep with damp cheeks on the down
Impossibly put on by the wolves sneaking through your neighbors garden
A possum play put on specially by the wolves sneaking through neighbors' gardens
Throwing stones, hiding hands
Shattering strangers windows
Tipping glass hearts
I thought my eyes might burst into flames
So quick to befriend
When it suits your whims
And I cringe at the way
That you slither and writhe through the door
And make your home underside of my bed
Just as I thought that I might finally be on the brink of sleep, motherfucker
And as it begins to dig fingernails through the floor
I can feel you trenching the wounds
Knowing there will be no more comfort here
Staining the air when your words seem to spite the smile on your face
And I can still feel their sting
Despite shielding my ears
When you show up without warning
Just as night becomes morning
(Adorned with that sinister grin)
Fishing hooks, open eyes
Wage your war, kill your gods
Thirst for more
Covetous tongues panting with the deepest of reds
Creep across every face as you think of emptiness with a smile
And curved lips that you could never disguise
I'm more amazed than aghast
Watching this beautiful mangled mess of twisting metal and plastic
Colliding and become one with me
Constantly screaming myself to sleep with damp cheeks on the down
Impossibly put on by the wolves sneaking through your neighbors garden
A possum play put on specially by the wolves sneaking through neighbors' gardens
Throwing stones, hiding hands
Shattering strangers windows
Tipping glass hearts
I thought my eyes might burst into flames
So quick to befriend
When it suits your whims
And I cringe at the way
That you slither and writhe through the door
And make your home underside of my bed
Just as I thought that I might finally be on the brink of sleep, motherfucker
And as it begins to dig fingernails through the floor
I can feel you trenching the wounds
Knowing there will be no more comfort here
Credits
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