blame the music

watch what you say, you fool

when words don't mean enough

keep your mouth shut.

spending days in the depths of my mind

dim lights and dim soul

busying my hands, ignore the crawling rot

and its not an easy thing to flee

when all you wanted is death

but your heart yearns for life

living calm and simple and slow

slow love, so slow love

the animal muscle in your birdcage ribs does not want to die

it wont stop. it wont cease. it will try so hard to live for you it will kill you. 

the animal muscle in your birdcage ribs does not want to die

the animal muscle in your birdcage ribs does not want to die

the creature inside the tank of your skull does.

it wants to stop. the stress to cease. it will try so hard to live for you it will kill you.

but is it worth it? 

to continue

to stop

to wait

to meander on and push through

thorns and brittle branches 

out into the sea of grasses 

a clearing, a calming 

will you not just lay down to die there? 

is it not the same? 

is it really worth it to die with a beautiful view?

synthetic attention appeal

i'm not as smart as i used to be

grey matter splattered its history

can't keep track of the shit you tell me

why don't you just come and take me, out

put me, down

run it round

like a rabid crea-ture 

freak show fea-ture

panic as my train of thought veers right off of the track 

under pressure of all my feelings the railings crack

oh innocence and medication, won't you take me back

cmon cmon it cant be so bad cmon cmon why are you so sad

cmon cmon its cant be so bad cmon cmon i've fuckin gone mad

cmon cmon cmon. cmon cmon cmon

fuck, my, head

blown against the wall

fuck, me, dead

and push me to my fall

world is a stage

the burning hot shame

why would you think you could be like them?

put yourself aside, step back

your contribution is best done in the wings

its known you're not built for center stage

stage left, 

or stage right

why do you think you'll amount to that?

your work is of the sidelines

dust and debris contributing to the energy of brightly lit stars

be the best kept secret theyll ever know

setting up beams to hold a whole scene

take off that heart on your wrist, put it on ice

support support and don't choke on your own creations

crawling their way out of your ribcage, under your skin 

try to forget your roots, the nerves anchoring flesh to feeling

stare out to the cement walls and cobblestone, scream as loud as you can

no one made out of soft clay like you will ever come help

stained hands and aching bones

aching groups and stained streets

making you so different and so similar

it all blends into something grey