the most fucking amazing nightmare.
wild statacco thumping inside dumpy fleshed carcass.
where we gonna go from here? where we gonna go from here?
stare at crazy lights painting zigzags all over your sweaty skin. you feel like the world is yours, only to realise you could have lost it the next day.
the beat beat beat thumping like your heart heart heart.
the heat is rising, you can feel it on every inch of your body. on the tips of your toes, in between your thighs and on every strand of hair. rising, calling out on demons, just waiting in the corner for you to say the right password. then you're there. your way up there above the earth's surface watching everything pass you by like a technicolour dreamscape. so you want to meet God. then say the password a few more times. unlock pandora's box, swim in your perpetual electric reverie.
but it doesn't matter, because you can't think straight because the words are jumping off the screen buzzing all around your head. everything in front of you doesn't matter anymore, because you are the center of your own universe and you don't have to fucking care what the repurcussions are. nothing fucking matters except for that moment. no one matters except for you. you have turned into the world's most self-centered bitch and you are embracing every moment of it.
the beat beat beat is going to your head head head.
one more bang and then you're dead dead dead.
where we gonna go from here? where we gonna go from here?
stare at crazy lights painting zigzags all over your sweaty skin. you feel like the world is yours, only to realise you could have lost it the next day.
the beat beat beat thumping like your heart heart heart.
the heat is rising, you can feel it on every inch of your body. on the tips of your toes, in between your thighs and on every strand of hair. rising, calling out on demons, just waiting in the corner for you to say the right password. then you're there. your way up there above the earth's surface watching everything pass you by like a technicolour dreamscape. so you want to meet God. then say the password a few more times. unlock pandora's box, swim in your perpetual electric reverie.
but it doesn't matter, because you can't think straight because the words are jumping off the screen buzzing all around your head. everything in front of you doesn't matter anymore, because you are the center of your own universe and you don't have to fucking care what the repurcussions are. nothing fucking matters except for that moment. no one matters except for you. you have turned into the world's most self-centered bitch and you are embracing every moment of it.
the beat beat beat is going to your head head head.
one more bang and then you're dead dead dead.