The only thing holding me back is the paste (is the paste) is the paste of the past Get your mind out from under the cushions of the sofa, son Peel away this ge...

Walking …alone…this way…so familiar…This is…this is lunacy My vitals, I feed them more of that drug cocktail they adore And maybe…this is what I need Cough weez...

Jumper, tough luck, what is the point? Fame, fortune, infinite portions, all emotional junk Such self-centered people we all love to whine Who doesn't crave att...

Sleep… like a jail house tease… The body opens up to breath…to suck air Floats in a pool facing an Astral plane(feels like bile and spit)…The body opens up agai...

The difference of two bias, comes to a head Raised voices, from talking (faces), means justifies the end Fuck rational when you've got volume Fuck tact fuck bl...

The other ones, they're calling again A red line, special and lonely But on a deadline I can't hesitate Three points, one center Which is dead and which now gr...

Between the mouth and the glass I wonder…stutter to myself…squint as I go cold all over…shaking…talking to the self What's she say? You're wide awake" Clarity…...

Now that we're all here… there's something that we need to air… You're tense… their faces… Vacant, but they smile sincere… (Your) mother reaches… lurches… but s...