My faith in humanity
wanes more and more each day...
a criminal guts and glory is,
a celebration of a century...
a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...
sometimes you cry and
hope your tears will...
You spend my wages willfully, gleefully,
tasting the rotting flesh between my teeth...
Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...
Some days I’m fine just like a well
enjoying nature I must tell...
You mock our worry and precautions,
saying life shouldn't be filled with dread...
I’m tired in my bones,
I’m tired in my mind...
Hey,
I’m tire...
I wish I could tell you why and how it hurts,
this concept of sin you believe in...
I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...