october usagi - demo

(I think it kinda goes something like
Ichi ni san yon go roku nana hachi
Kyuu juu juuichi
Juuni juusan juuyon juugo
One two ready? go!)

I haven't slept eight hours in
Like nine or ten or eleven months
It's easy to fall down
The whole way

A hoax, a hack, a star, a champ
A fake, a fraud, a king, a god
I choke on words
They haven't said it's okay

An inconvenient time for
You held your skull against mine
Too soon too late, I had died
With our fingers intertwined

An all familiar thought has come
Planted there by somebody from
A time before the concept of the lack

Paintings
Of the same things
Made before we
Had ever been

Watch the leaves
Are you bleeding?
Don't you touch me
Fucking freak

How lucky they are to have so many options
Amongst all of the heads that they have talked with
Overthink all of the words I have been saying
Oh my god what if they hate me!?
They definitely hate me

I don't believe in superstitions or whatever
But it's fun to pretend whenever we get together
That there's energy in crystals and meaning in the numbers
Because I know that these things bring you a great comfort

Beyond practical and pragmatism
I am dedicated to an idealistic caricature
Of a body sculpted from stone and born from heaven
Scornful, contempt, and so irreverent