the thrill of 'emotion sickness'

[themostawesome]

after effects of juice plaguing the firm dismal placement
of where i want you to be and where i need to get
when everyone makes you feel like you're empty and souless
you overcome because you must and will die if you don't

got a feeling of anguish that makes me cringe
a doubt that forms in my mind of where you're at
if i should give up god damn it and die a hermit
said i need a peasant revolt because you're god damn oppressing me!

and i get overly emotional from the juice as it takes its toll
and i feel on a roll as i'm spouting words that coheed and move me

I said god damn! if there was ever a dull moment you could explode it
shrapnel of brilliance shaking from your embers your beautiful tragedy
i swear i was looking at a shifted phase oscillating before me visually
you drunken work of art, you magnificent tremor

what words were left when i confronted the truth
hell we were never made to be but i'd love to love you
and that's all i've got and it feels enough but never great
you feel enough but never great and is that all we've to look forward to?

you won't know the meaning of it all
until you've died and reflected
you'd realize that this was it
and what a fine piece of waste it's become.