Curl Up And Die Your Idea Of Fascism And Global Intervention Makes Me Puke Lyrics

Your Idea Of Fascism And Global Intervention Makes Me Puke Lyrics

Pull these scars from my face of overreacting. scissor snip the concrete hollow
medication. programmed thinking, thinking almost as fast as me. we wore out
talking in unfamiliar language. i dreamt of philadelphia thinking it was new
york. i wished for this hoping it was real. over the ringing of my chest i
heard the phone and in this dream, she came in red hair. for every inch of her
was delicate and detailed by a fond interest and i'll give anything, anything
to be put back at ease. for anything i'd forget myself to become the dance so
you'd be in love with me. i wished for you hoping this was real. counting hours
of sleep to catch some cure and just an ounce of rest. the texture kills these
nostrils. these photographs flood fading to their complimentry Roraschach
tests. biting at nails as you sleep quietly amongest the feathered lights of
easing tranquility. i kiss myself to catch any taste of you left upon me. i
hold the empty air believing only for you. i drown in these tears and every
sentence runs through over and over to become deadly comfortable.