Spiteful Intervention

It's fucking sad
That we need a tragedy to occur
To gain a fresh perspective in our lives
Nothing happens for a reason
There's no point even pretending
You know the sad truth as well as I

Oh god, the morning light
Sun rays bring my paranoia
I can't function unless I'm the only one awake

Rancor of power
Less conversation that
Word you deform to
Handicap me then
Abuse your advantage
I'm nervous my soul is returning to crystals
Because your eyes are an agent of darkness
This is not meant to fight
It's just a bitter fait accompli

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately I'm rotted in the filth of
Self-offered agonies that really should
Fill me with shame
But all I have is the manic energy
I lost my page in being
The black-stamp disciple in your heart collage

Just want to celebrate me
Need to suffer more
Face acuraletyband
Converts officiate
Divides new stratagems to
Disembowel our corptidium charactus

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

I know I'm upside down about you
Your kindness feels like blasphemy or some sick education
On the limits of humanity
So I profane the laws of some victorian garbage
And listen to you smashing up my studio again

I spend my waking hours haunting my life
I made the one I love start crying tonight
And it felt good
Still there must be a more elegant solution

Lately all I can produce is psychotic vitriol
That really should fill me with guilt
But all I have is asthmatic energy