Foie Gras

Is it normal to feel like
Danny Trejo's decapitated head on a
Tortuga shell moving slow
On the border?

When did Fucks reach an all time low?

Shot all my ducks in a row
Shot all my ducks in a row
Foie gras ain't good for the soul
Foie gras disgusts me

So I'm gone
So I'm gone

Tortured by my endless empathy
Feeling for another selfish being
Time and time again
Passive aggressive
Silent games
Of Words with Friends will end
Wounds will stay infected
Festering
Nothing even left to be defending
Yes I made my bed
And it seems I'll probably never learn my lesson till I'm dead
Aerosmith
Get a grip
40 years of mistakes
Will break you
Take the cake and bread

Stop your inner voices talking garbage
Make some sense
Or create art again
Loss can lead to such a
Sweet relief
I don't need your bullshit sympathy
Hang on to the violent wild feeling
Nobody can take from
Deep inside of me
Entitlement's a nascent beast
Watch you manifest some vacant dreams
Done playing the role of a pawn piece
Seems You wish to change my core beliefs
Wanted somebody who thought like me
But you never really wanted me
Wanted somebody who sang like me...

We don't talk no more
But i haven't lost hope
So i won't go and change your profile photograph on my cell phone

We can't talk no more
And your grave is now cold
But I won't go and change your profile photograph on my cell phone

"What a loss,
What a loss"
They say

But A lot comes
from
letting go

"What a loss,
What a loss"
Phil (Elverum) sang

But a lot comes
From
Letting go

Aches and pains will eventually fade
Scars are permanently here to stay

Try to be grateful for the moments
Not trying to feel some type of way

It is frustrating to say to least
Struggling to know what's wrong with me

Tried to figure out with therapy
But left with questions that need answering

Do I need Nirvana Lithium
To analyze my youth experience?

Do I need lessons in forgiveness
To come to terms with abuse from back then?

All of us are victims in some way
My head's not yet sitting on a plate
Only wish that I could find a less destructive path to get me to the heaven's gate
Already wearing the Black Nikes
Waiting for a UFO to find me

Parasites attach
That are sucking fast
And they're stopping me from reaching peace

I don't need your fucking sympathy
I don't need your fucking sympathy

Many friends are dead and Im probably next
Got no time to waste on those feelings

You all keep your expectations high
Disappointment comes
So then you fly
Away

Such convenience
Leaving some mess of a man
To dig his grave at night

It's all good I'm here to face the fight
Already prepared for black ice / eyes
It's all Goodie Mob
Sky high

No one can erase love I've felt in this lifetime

We don't talk no more
But i haven't lost hope
So i won't go and change your profile photograph on my cell phone

We can't talk no more
And your grave is now cold
But i won't go and change your profile photograph on my cell phone