improvised brutality,
An old beast has ended in this place.
And I know you can tell my brutality is only improvised,
I'm trying to fight back to something that won a long time ago.
I'm fizzy with sedatives,
And as the night approaches,
And I'm wrapped up in myself.
There is this sweet girl on the other end of the line,
She makes me feel something precious.
In the count of one, two, three,
Darkness wipes my memory, my being.
I don't know a thing.
For hours I lie in a secret,
And as the chemical teste of death still sits on my tongue,
I'm draining into my pillow.
As I grow backward, I'm twenty now.
My brain has trapped itself,
Let me die here.
Or just wither away.
The sedatives only dissolve and dissolve,
Like a series of empty promises,
And I step forward.