Emphasis mine.
[spoken] I hate purity
Hate goodness
I dont want virtue to exist anywhere
I want everyone corrupt
I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave
I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell
The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing
Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else
I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell, learnt to spell
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
Faster, from the album The Holy Bible. Fucking magic. The new album aint half bad too. I find 'She bathed herself in a bath of bleach' really powerful - no idea what the lyrics are about but the music, especially the chorus is just wonderful.
My head is stuffed up with a dust mite allergy so this is about as considered as y'all getting today. Thankfully, my anti allergy duvet arrived today so hopefully I'll wake up and feel human tomorrow, with the added ability to breathe. That'd be nice.
2 comments:
RIP Richie.
Has he been found? I know he was offically declared dead a few years ago.
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