The Mating Habits Of A Blind Misanthrope

You only have one life to lose on all your false convictions take all your salted lies pour them on the wounded Look through jaded eyes my stare can cut the skies your incisions hide their face through all their rank disgrace by your side stand a shadow of your lost tomorrow under your skin lurks the monster reacting to my veins exploding Tumors bleeding tumors breeding my demons smell the night life [this life stillborn]
I hurt myself [run from nightmares] catastrophic repitition [hide your face from] let the dead bury the dead [eyes of reason] boxed eye violence willed away [hope for life to combust] I have never seen a lie quite like yours Break through pure skin [seems to me that]
sometimes sometimes lacerations [all of you are] juxtaposed now we're drowning [wallow in your own self degradation] one step from the urn death of a nation I have never seen a lie quite like yours.