I fell into a rhythm searching for
That one who would make worth the mileage but
They prefer a vapid recreation
They just wanna blend with the touted lore
I would rather praise the licentious figment
Sitting in my room to avoid the crowd
It's a crucial exit
From a paradigm where I have no control
Maybe if you matched their elation
Otherwise I'm committed to this endless stream
I prefer these angles
To the taxing physical
When there's nothing left to please me
Go find your excuses not to spiral
Come back when you fail at associating
See this one's made of plastic
Weird nose
Short Hair
A mole that's not where I like it
Reckless highs followed by the shame
Redirect the impulse in your brain
My parts don't respond like they used to when
I had yet to plunge into the vacuum
Piqued by a certain type of lighting
A color scheme I can't ignore
I fell into a rhythm searching for
That perfect scene that would cure me
It's a crucial exit
From a taxing physical
When there's nothing left to please me
I'll just dig a deeper hole
Go find a distraction try to function
Come back when you'd rather avoid the burden
See this one's made of plastic
Weird nose
Short Hair
A mole that's not where I like it
Reckless highs followed by the shame
Redirect the impulse in your brain
Now this one's not ecstatic
Short fat thin with lips inflated from the needle
You can pick the next one
You can pick the next one
You can pick the next one