Mountain City yellows theyre not on the grounds theyre in the wall
This loneliness is so distracting im barely missing you at all
Will i survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? no
I can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket
Now your charming little virus is getting all your attention
As i drag my chair up to the window to absorb some solar lashings
Its your saints name day tomorrow but last years paper wasps they are not living
Anymore
Why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when its me whos 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 cant pick himself up anymore
Your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us
I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits
And now im sparring with the no one, the void, the vacuum of conscience
As i mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter
I have the sense that youre wanting me to chase you
But whats the point?
We cant be together without starting a row