You should smile way more often
It gets me on such a high
Flash forward to the morning
And I wish I want to die
My brain in all directions
I cannot begin to tell
You make me think it's heaven
When in my mind it is hell
An urban landscape
A portait of souls
A desolate land
Ideals that dissolve
Specific parts of my brain
Are purged and always changing
Like a weak attempt to repair
Wounds that form scars and take me
To your arms into the dark
Stuttering and so hyper
By the time I finish up
Return to bitter rivals
Blocking my thinking
Blocking that hole
Blocking memories
The people dissolve
I love you with a passion
Sometimes I hate you that much
"Your son needs serious help"
"That guy's seriously fucked"
Same portions of dialogue
Looped over inside my head
Just the same old persistence
Something alive soon turns dead
Release the fury
Release the dismay
Release the anger
Jesus, the world these days
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