The aim of all life is death.

I don't understand
I made you agonize by keeping you alive
You still hold my hand
Your fingers are knives

You keep coming back
Like I wasn't harsh, like you never cried
Like you were alright
Like I never poisoned your insides

I'm not your charity case
You just have a savior complex
I'm victim to your felonies
But the real criminal here is me

I don't understand
You wished you were dead to avoid all I said
I didn't care
Couldn't believe you were not ok

With cruel manipulations
I dehumanized and pathologized
The odd constellations
Of your well-structured mind

I'm not your charity case
You just have a savior complex
I'm victim to your felonies
But the real criminal here is me

These lines are politic(s)
Had I been a son, we would've been fun
But I ride the subway and I see your face
A subtle reminder that I was a girl

My near-death excites me
Destructive desires inspire to conspire
About phantasizing

The aim of all life is death
You said it again
Undo my feminine shape

Being nothing is just a blossoming state
Clusters that annihilate my alien self
Altruistic surrender to you is deceptive
Just pull me apart from the unconscious collective