I'm apt to crack a jaw
And write “pause” in blood on the walls near some bodies I saw
This place makes me melt my morals
This place makes me melt my morals
I'm a skin graft, I'm a new scratch you woke up with
Bet you wish you never broke up with me
This place makes me melt my morals
This place makes me melt my morals
I wanna make you think I'm awesome while my awful's playing possum
Blatant flotsam, bet you wish you never holed up in me
This place makes me melt my morals
This place makes me melt my morals
I can't be myself without a little bit of help
So don't file me with the newly deceased, with the old and diseased
Because I, I've got the eyes of the dog-flogged Christ
It's my decisive mind, it's me ill at ease
I've got a cla** with you first period
I've got an instinct, you've got both your legs
Spread 'neath the desk, floral horrors under
I've got a fly cylindrical
I've got a throbbing problem, both my legs bent
Tetris-esque, yearning for her summer dress
I wouldn't ever forge the facts
Like I did a few months in the past
I don't know mind control on myself, for starters
I'm consolidating Bear Hair into bits inside my fists until I made you something
It's inside my fists until I made you something
So don't file me with the newly deceased, with the old and diseased
Because I, I've got the eyes of the dog-flogged Christ
It's my decisive mind, it's me ill at ease
New developments in my progression: I know exactly who I've been. I thought there was this red badge of self-hate, free from pollution of pride. Could that help me? Oh, crown me uncomely king. It took ten years, five bands, two girls, and one friend to truly make me sing. I'm the sum of my parts, I'm the bright and the slighter sides of my heart. Thelema, Thelema, MY will be done, MY will be done. And that's the closest I can come to an artist's statement