The Innocence Of

You only live for awhile walking with aimless desire.
I don't need your mind to dream about what could've been,
it's all asinine. I'm leaning towards anything else.
I've finally hit the bottom of the well... Might as well.
Why does living always feel like dying?
Why does giving always seem like trying?
It's too hard bidding on.
Is it worth it at all? Is it worth it at all?
I try to step out and think for myself for once
But which voice do I listen to?

Cut it out of yourself, cut it out! cut it out!
Omit the things that you hate, cut it out! cut it out!
I detest this thought, just this thought.
I never mentioned this before.

Black teeth bay in pools salivates with gluttonous fate
From the mother, no. Fate from the mother, no.
When she lays against landscape and falls in place of
Light cannot grow.

You remind me of her.
She degrades herself.
You remind me of her.

Cut it out of yourself, cut it out! cut it out!
Omit the things that you hate, cut it out! cut it out!
I detest this thought, just this thought.
I never mentioned this before.

The innocence of
The sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one.

I never mentioned this before.

The innocence of
The sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one.