• My heart is beating in eighth notes
    As I enter the chorus of this sarcastic folk song that is my life
    Abandonment stings like a mother ********
    But I guess I’ll have to get over it
    I look at you who I once called family and I choke on the word
    What does it even mean to you?
    Are they the people you love
    Or the people you love to use to sustain your self destruction habit?
    If they ever remake Nosferatu they should cast you because you’ve already got the role down
    I would rather have a blood sucking parasite for my family
    Because at least they do it to live
    I would rather have a prostitute
    Because at least she would look me in the eye while she ******** me
    Here we are at the bridge and the tempo quickens when it should be slowing down
    The playing gets sloppy and there’s a whole slew of dead notes
    People around me forget my name
    I’m so fed up with reminding them
    Everyone’s so busy telling themselves that they are the only person who’s not like everyone else
    Unique is a made up word
    Beauty isn’t skin deep
    Beauty doesn’t exist
    Now we’re at the verse and the tempo is steadily quickening
    And now there is distortion on everything
    Dissonant chords and minor shapes warp my mind
    I’m ready to be deaf so I can quit hearing the truth in these notes
    So sick of this performance
    If everyone’s an actor on a great stage then nobody is in the audience
    This the ultimate farce a catch 22 squared
    I know I’m going to snap so lets saw off the shot-gun barrels and cut the song short
    And yet this song is so full of truth
    It’s already gone to the outro and it’s barely just begun
    And this brutally dissonant coda is the fitting end that makes no sense
    I’m going to get my fifteen minutes of infamy
    And here’s my two weeks notice
    The end is near
    Game over
    There isn’t a restart button on this one
    I’m gonna paint a master piece with your blood and brains
    And won’t I just smile
    Take a deep breath sit back and relax
    As your corpse starts to smell kind of funky
    Nothing more than another dead junky
    Payback is a b***h.