Carnal bliss on the periphery. Chemically authentic personality. Split your head and sew your seeds, ripped apart unnaturally (I just wanna die) I just wanna die from natural causes. Make that bed with band new sheets. Pull some thread until your brain is steeped. Present me with your dramatic queen! Stack her bullshit and bury me. (I just wanna die) Only the lucky ones witness the death of everyone they love.

Way back, back in the backyard, Winston; you slipped through my hands. I dug up what's left of your ashes and tossed them to be buried again. Oh, another mile marker. Oh, another fumble in the dark. I never grew until I acted like a fucking baby. (I never grew until I acted out against you.) Leather, singed at the elbow resembled my skin in the end. Oh, another characteristic. Oh, another tell tale sign. I never grew until I acted like a fucking baby. (I never grew until I acted out against you.) Is it really that hard just to take another breath? I would show you myself, but I've proven it over and over again. Is this how I'd be acting if my parents were dead? Is this how we should act out of abandonment? Is this how I would act if my parents were dead? I can't hear myself think through the walls of the womb. I never grew 'cause I'm a fucking baby.

It's so much easier to fall in love than to stay in love because staying in love means never falling in love again. It's so much easier to scrape you knee than to watch it bleed. You're always looking around for the next thing to break you in. I'll meet you at the open trailhead... at least I hope I'm not alone. It's so much easier to be left out than to be sucked in. Now you've got a brand mark on your neck. A self proclaimed "naturalist" tripping on chemicals; the Marlboro Man smokes vapor pens. I'll meet you at the open trailhead... at least I hope I'm not alone. I think I've got a lot of thinking to think about right now, I think I've got a lot of thinking I think I'm dying again. I think I've got a lot of thinking to think about right now. I don't think I'm Jesus Christ, but god I feel like dying again. I think I've got a lot of thinking to think about right now. I don't feel like Jesus Christ, but god I think I'm dying again.

There are causes with effects on my greater wellbeing caused by the effects of my past, bringing me closer to seeing where this river's headed, through these ancillary trees, continually guiding me. I can't walk on water, but I can float on my feet. I love my friends and family, they take no issue with me. But at this point, being in my presence is a selfless charity. I put my shit out on the table where I eat. God gave me life and I stared back in disbelief. But, I never had a right to pure knowledge of these things. Drag the river, cleanse the blood, drip water on my forehead, send me to the promised land. I wanna feel the burn of all good things.

Cold hands, stiff neck; you had me pinned. Would you let up if I was dissonant? Resolution will happen through conscious vigilance. Break bread with Jesus Christ, he's come to sin tonight. My animal pupils and I caught the spiral, resonating through cloth, shaking unreal. How did you ever find me here through my most vivid sleeps, while I was dreaming of dying alone? (If the implication is apparent) And I pray to god it's just my dreams evaporating through these bed sheets. (Black ice is exactly what it seems) How did you ever see me here, through my most hazy thoughts, while I was thinking of walking away? (If the implication is apparent) But the ground caved and reconstructed above me, so I bloomed with intensity. Black ice is exactly what it seems. Spirit deposition and the catalytic fade. Fire destroyed and rebuilt by the rain. Omnipotent rebirth from miscalculated decay. Caution takes time and it's a waste of your life. My animal pupils and I caught the spiral, resonating through cloth, shaking unreal. How did you ever find me here through my most vivid sleeps, while I was dreaming of dying alone? (If the implication is apparent) And I pray to god it's just my dreams evaporating through these bed sheets. (Black ice is exactly what it seems) How did you ever see me here, through my most hazy thoughts, while I was thinking of walking away? (If the implication is apparent) But the ground caved and reconstructed above me, so I bloomed with intensity. Black ice is exactly what it seems.