plaster-of-pretense.mp3

Inside Of You

[LYRICS]

( i wanna be in the middle of your plans...

NOT.
JUST.
SOAP.
SCUM.
YOU.
CAN'T.
GET.
DOWN.
THE.
DRAIN.

i wanna be cool again...

not-
shit...
s h i t . )


S H I T . 

NOW
WE'RE GUNNING
FOR KIND OF LOVING
THE WAY SICK TASTES

SHIT.
SHIT.
S H I T .

I KEEP RUNNING
BUT LIFE KEEPS COMING
TO FUCK MY FACE

SHIT.
SHIT.
S H I T .

i need it-
emesis: a necessity...
YOU'RE NOT THE SON
YOUR MOTHER WANTS

it's alright-
i won't overdose tonight...
IS THERE A WAY
TO COPE WITH TODAY?

little flecks of black nail polish 
dotting my clothes
yeah-
I DON'T MISS THOSE
no-
I DON'T MISS THOSE
phantom streaks of dried blood
splayed across my sheets
WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?
AND WHERE DO THEY GO?

DOWNTOWN:
LAST LINE
NEXT STOP-
WE BRING TO LIFE:
MALIGNANT MISERY

swallow pain
quick-
numb all sense of reality...
ALIGN MY SKULL
HOW MANY TEETH SHOULD I PULL?

i'm not here to make you cry
won't say goodbye tonight
i just-
DON'T GIVE A SHIT
surprise-
I NEVER DID
so, how much can i get inside
before i slip
and lose my mind again?
NOT GONNA CHEER YOU UP
WHO CARES HOW I SEE THE CUP?
[ IT'S. NOT. REAL. ]

[ i  
s t i l l  
b l a s t  
b u l l e t s
b r i n g  
m e  
y o u r  
l o v e ]

[ t h r e e  
c h e e r s  
s t i l l  
s p i n s
t h r a s h  
t r a c k  
e l e v e n ]

YOU NEED TO SUFFER 
TO FEEL HOW NICE IT IS
TO BE ALIVE, SIS

scratching dopamine hits off the surface...

THEY TRY TO SHAME YOU FOR SUICIDE?
THEN WEAPONIZE WITH GASLIGHT IN YOUR MIND

little tendrils cut off in my time of need...

[ DEMS ] - [ DA ]
[ BREAKS] - [ YEAH ]
[ DEMSDA ] - [ DEMSDA ]

FUCK. WHAT. YOU. FEEL. 
I DIDN'T ASK TO BE REAL.
BUT I GUESS THAT I WAS.
NOW I'M FUCKING THIS ALL UP.

FUCK. WHAT. I. WAS.
HUMAN IS AS HUMAN DOES.
AND I NEVER FOUND ONE-
CAPABLE OF TRUE LOVE.

[ DEMS ] - [ DA ]
[ BREAKS] - [ YEAH ]
[ DEMSDA ] - [ DEMSDA ]

DON'T YOU GET IT?
I'M PATHETIC.
ACTUALLY-
I'M NOT A HUMAN BEING.

I WANT TO MAKE A MASTERPIECE OF A DISASTER SCENE.
THEN-
YOU.
CAN.
KILL.
ME.

i stay haunting my fantasies
the only things  that don't get old
find me: buried in my dreams
screaming as demons rape my soul

the presets- 
resolve them
then you can kind of play along too
NOTHING REALLY HURTS ANYMORE 
STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM HERE FOR?
with all the novel songs
and sing-alongs
melodic maladies-
may i imbue?
INTO THE BASEMENT OF
OUR CEREBELLUM
LOVE~

someday-
you'll wake up
AND FEEL SEVERED
please-

NEVER
FEEL
NAUSEA

Telepathic

Rose Hill Drive

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