chaos arpeggiating

Mountain City yellows

They're not on the grounds they're in the wall

This loneliness is so distracting

I'm barely missing you at allWill I survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation?

No I can feel the sabers now in my

Illusionary casketNow your charming little virus

Is getting all your attention

As I drag my chair up to the window

To absorb some solar lashingsIt's your saint's name day tomorrow

But last year's paper wasps, they are not living anymoreWhy should I be scorned like some catalyst

For famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments?

Oh, must I always be

Chaos arpeggiating?Mountain City yellows

I see them glitching through the floor

The minotaur of self-abuse can't pick himself up anymoreYour last violent freak out was a eulogy to us

Oh, I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fitsAnd now I'm sparring with the no-one

The void, the vacuum of conscience

As I mine the rust of my celebrity

With snarls and mock laughterI have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you

But what's the point?

We can't be together without starting a rowWhy should I be scorned like some catalyst

For famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments?

Oh, must I always be

Chaos arpeggiating?Why should I be scorned like some catalyst

For famines when it's me who's been exiled in apartments?

Oh, must I always be

Chaos arpeggiating?Chaos arpeggiating

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