I'll curl my hair
and line my lips...
You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow...
I am not what many would think...
I am not what they all see me as...
Frankesteinism
Born dead...
Rescue us from the down pour
and the ice within our veins...
"All I see is a solipsist perception of a mass...
It bothers me when a curious child
can’t get a book without risking danger...
Why do they say there's something wrong?
That I can't love her like I do...
It doesn't matter how much we get, we always want...
We need the finest living arrangements, technology...
The faceless many
Shes wrapped in the arms of immoral society...
The sun forgets my name again,
I wake in gray, I stay in bed...
The power of two, cannot be divided,
because together they are aligned...