The last ten days have been a motherfucker,
I didn't know if I'd survive.
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh.
The voice with the synapse that calls,
Blood bats into action has now entered the tablelands.
It's only natural to feel a little imbalanced,
It's a symptom of your hysterical need to be understood.
Ooh.
You had to forgive your enemy 'cause,
Ooh.
Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute,
I had to make myself a monster just to feel something,
Ugly enough to be true.
And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces.
What is the flaw in just running away?
Running away fixes everything,
How can I, why should I stay?
Just to view the triumph of disintegration?
To live beneath language, or far above,
It's really not that different.
Ooh.
Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute,
I had to make myself a monster just to feel something,
Ugly enough to be true.
And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces.
What is the flaw in just running away?
Running away fixes everything,
How can I, why should I stay?
Just to see the triumph of disintegration?
Victories of devastation?