Really. Now.
What do you think you're doing?
scribbling Notes in a brokendown book
Volumes left in the dark, musty and full of mould
tell the Secrets of the midnight hour
Twitching and witching our
Holes exposed pipes bleed rust
Lost in the nightmare of razorbladesandcandy
sometimes i Wonder what we're really doing here
In this lost cataclysmic maelstrom of iniquity
Of absurdity
Where did you come from? What dream do you live from?
Leeching energy off those who'll allow
i know your fais it's a memory i may neverforgetlostinthedreamsofforever
Why? whynot? Flailing about, flout out the truth
and hide it like it's a lie...