OK I’m wrapped up

This bish making me act up

Wipe away the tears

My rage telling me act tough

Down a case of beer and I’m half-cut in the bathtub

Burn a cigarette on my wrist

I’m well past numb

Set aside like a parasite

I’m sterilized to be crowned top dog in a barrel fight

Like feral cats singing carols of the terrified

Heralding the era of the passionately paralyzed

The circle occupied with draw the line with you on either side

So you get yours and homie I’ll get mine

And don’t be coming for me if the only sun don’t shine

Cause it’s always gon' be raining up inside my mind

I feel like Sisyphus and this is just a lifelong climb

I stay stoned so I don’t face home

I don’t wanna roll with you

I just wanna be alone

I could be a thousand different people but you’ll never get to know

The omnipresent ghost who operates my clones

The only part of me remaining is the flesh and bone

The clothing like a bandage cover up the stitches sewn