No Name/Form/Function/Purpose

I wake up sick every day
Look in the mirror
And don't see me

The reflection of myself
Isn't my being
I am the sky
I am the sea

I cant be conquered
Just simply be
Look through these flaws
And what we perceive

Eyes in the nettles
Black heart in the brush
What do you worship
New sun on the cross

Without a mask
Your nerves get tossed
Scattered like tulips

Wasting time on bullshit
Burn down a Bagua
Reality fickle
Don't understand her
Never too late
But what's the timbre

Loss of bit rate
It's all just relative
Things for sure
Lost meaning In deconstruction

You'll never be enough
Celestial Thirst
In the mud
Enochian in your blood

To the end to the beginning
My parallels passing through
Fucking up the books we turn to
Veins outside my cervix
Letting all the juju in

My body comes in pieces
Tired of this form
I want pure waking stasis
This innocence reborn

There's so much on the TV
I'm scared to go outside
Take refuge in my being
No places we can hide

Hypo centric obsessive narcissistic
Abstract tourniquet on your wrist

Body shattered and you're next
The reason these thoughts are in my head

In a new face I'll be stronger
Without name and without form
Jumping matter out my pores
Leave every orifice unborn