wish for investment
directed disaster
no time for improvement
review me my master
and i don't know
what you know
but you can't dance just once
like you love gettin after it
a question worth asking
and sentenced as such
with no love for oneself
how could you be enough
and if all that it has
is everything we are
and it's been kept unknown
then it can't be too far
waking up
best to believe in it
touch the cut
cross our stingers
less i breathe
the more it could set in
an unlearned lesson lingers
i forget
i forget just how
i’d like to spend the weekends
up to this
i forsake my health
a symptom of myself
but you got hooked
on something else
won’t have to lift a finger
up to thee
if you can see now
less in the flesh machine
death to be
in all of creation
brought up under a spell
must have left my head
up on a shelf
a symptom of myself
but you got hooked
on something else