The depraved fool feels sober today
For perhaps seconds at a time
Enough with all formalities
The rest of the world tends to feel benign
In tune with several mental descriptions of terror
A furrowed brow no matter where the sounds
In which to make amends
10 bridges that anxiety ended
10 fires once again
If like, the creases in my pants hadn't been there for years
I've never gone outside and I've never looked within
One voice in particular is so troubling
Flaws flow like nah nah nah