I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy
Chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance of sodomy
Sometimes I just stare blankly for hours wondering how it could have been
Interrupted only by the blur of sight from the tears I shed in between
C17-H19-NO3-H2O...
I crawl my way through morphine days
Anodyne at least, in opiating grace
I knew it was k**ing me
But the apple seemed so sweet
And I still, sometimes, dream of thee...
I am the tranquil king, I mirror cupid in all these phrases
There's a sadness in our eyes, dancing stars and trancing faces
I am the faithless mainstream of poker puss mannequins to be
These days everybody smiles and all the cameras are circling me
In forvid energy... I still extol thy image to the sky (and beyond)
Thou art petite, thou art pristine...
(and) my superlatives are not just words
The humid energy (of pa**ion) granted us the wings of hell
We are drifting aimlessly (on) our way to somewhere
C17-H19-NO3-H2O...
I crawl my way through morphine days
Anodyne at least, in opiating grace
I knew it was k**ing me
But the apple seemed so sweet
And I still, sometimes, dream of thee...
I waive my attempts to smile, I waive my attempts to care
Tinged with bizarre implicit violence I mimic the expression they expect me to bear
I am the pretty, pretty s** machine, when we come is when we die
Deceit is a pill for us to share, leaving an all time high...