We're all here again
Relating more to pain
Since we are all just sad, sorry fucks
With one too many drinks
And a stockpile of roaches,
Empty cans resembling our brains
Next to the cartons of ash bibles.
Well, "pleasure is pain", anyways
That's what they say at least.
Loveless like one hogging the love seat
Wrapped in insecure blankets of smoke screens
Bleeding through tongue-tooth piercings.
Whoa, humanity, so paper-like,
So roboticly sounded
In every swoon to take doom
To the bedroom
And eat her pussy out.
So twisted to blow kitchens
With drone kisses
To the brain lesions;
I'm so impressed to get undressed
In front of screen saviors
For the night light mimics
Politically recorded misbehavior.
What a sorry state we are left in,
What a lonely place I live in
Where madness proves wonder
And wonder proves nothing
And nothing gives something to the madness,
It's exactly what everything else lacks in.
Tragically, concealed for the masses
Because happiness can't be capitalized,
Except for the ones showing off their asses
While everyone else capsizes--
Keep relating to pain
Everyone else is here anyways.
