[LYRICS]

they don't make
models like me anymore...
[YOU WON'T FIND MORE AT ANY FUCKING STORE]
pull the string
to lift my feet off the floor...
[THE FUCK YOU THINK THAT LOOP WAS FOR?]

when i'm on fire
their eyes stay glued...
[MAYBE I SHOULD DOUSE MYSELF IN GASOLINE AND THEN WE CAN END]
this with a nice view?
[I WANNA KNOW IF IT IS POSSIBLE]
to buy separate pieces?
[THAT SORT OF LOOK LIKE ME SO-]
you can make your own...
[SHITTY LITTLE KNOCK-OFF VERSION OF ME]

[WRAPPED IN PLASTIC]
it's a mechanical universe  
[NO NEED TO CLEAN
I'M POLYPROPYLENE
SMASH THAT LIKE
OR SHRINK MY PSYCH]

[RENT TO OWN THEN DIE ALONE]
manic panic makes life tragic
[NOW WITH SYNTHETIC OPPOSABLE APPENDAGE
I'M NOT SICK
BUT FEEL LIKE SHIT]

come any night!
all odists write-
may the children never sing:
my art is suffering...

one more to go!
listen or don't...
i'm likely:
not coming back-
this is the last track...

guess i never learn?
that i don't deserve...
anything-
i'm not even real?
no need to pity me...

i can't wait-
to hear how you hate:
every song i sing...

MY.
ART.
IS. 
SUFFERING.

my art is suffering

For the most part, I write stories and make music to go along with them.

my art is suffering

C.M.M.