DEN - KEF
strung out. headphones plugged into nothing
a soothsought burn on my papillae, ends through my own tongue
I am gone yet, you wish me to be
Lypospherics and Gin, as if I can act like this
The omen came before, a down bad gambler, relying on impermanent charisma
I am passing by without exception
The angles reek of bauhaus past
Lead me to faith through obstructed light, please let me pray
Mismanaged, sophomoric, advancing upon my innocence
I bide my time
I do I do I do
I will bite down, the sullied taste will penetrate the roots of my teeth
As crust forms where tears once were
Need I let go of purity