I know its all been done before, I want to do it again.
Mouth the words to deny,
deny the symptoms,
as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine',
as I've found a most endearing psychosis.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear.
Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.
But I lay with reason.
Found logic concieved in a walk with skin.
I sleep with reason producing these monsters.