It smells of bleach and the fluorescents shine against your tired eyes. I’ve got this desperate feeling that won’t follow reason. I wanna save your soul. Yeah, I’m gonna save your soul now. Submerging ribcage. Put aside all rage and puncture skin. Free the ill. No progress will be made if we’re standing still. There’s a desperate feeling in every human being. Don’t save our souls. Yeah, don’t save our souls now. This room is crumbling, but the world keeps spinning around. When there is no one else. I do it myself. Everybody was too weak so I did it myself. These desperate feelings are multiplying. Don’t save my soul. Don’t fucking save my soul. Desperation growing.
Track Name: Under the Wave Blanket
Make a bed on ocean’s floor. Let minerals soak into pores. Self-destruct. Out of sight. Out of mind. Chewed up, spit out and left behind. Stuck in pull from the undertow. Without current there’s no place to go. Lost resolve. Twisted thoughts. Broken bones. Every wave keeps repeating, “Bottom feeder.” Head full of water and I make a choice. If you’re on land you’ll never hear my voice. Predisposed to decompose too slow. Every day is repeating. I’ve got my ear to the devil’s door. I’ve been listening for a while now. Take and take. More and more. Trembling nails dig deeper. I’m a bottom feeder where no light penetrates. Do not hesitate. It’s time that I accept my fate. Hands clutching pills. A stomach to be filled. You should not come down here. Please do not come down here. You do not belong here.
Track Name: The Shivers
I just want to feel creative. Scrape the well for inspiration. Six weeks since I masturbated. Flickering sun. I’m not letting them put me away. Sleep walk to the center. I’m shut-off and tethered. This won’t be how I’m remembered. So withdrawal then tremor. Anxiety is overflowing. Electricity moves through veins. In my head it’s always raining. Lightning strikes my skull. I’ve got to find my own way. Sleep walk to the center. I’m shut-off and tethered. This won’t be how I’m remembered. So withdrawal then tremor. Purify and quiver. Convulsions in 4/4 time. Perpetual sigh. I think I’m losing my mind. There’s a fault line at Harmon and 49th. The fault is mine. I think I’m losing my mind. Sleep walk to the center. I’m shut-off and tethered. This won’t be how I’m remembered. So withdrawal then tremor. Purify and quiver.