open the wound, sunken eyelids
my favorite past-time is crawling into you through your iris
i could make you like God if you wanted

it could have happened to you
if everything you love wasn't lost
but you open your mouth
a crying, aching wound

waste your life, crying, aching eyes
only after you die alone
until now you said you won't
"i found god in a vacuum"

it doesn't really pass in rhythm 
it doesn't really ask for what you lost
it doesn't really pass in rhythm 

an old, vapid summer air
passing through your lungs
fucked head and holy war
are you still in the ground or something?

au revoir, it's all i can tell you
all of life is a path to the morgue

primal scream therapy

they/them


samsara EP | soon

all stimuli is a downward spiral

dull