This is... Go-go sunrays (pool party mix)
Flesh starved.
I'm ready to rip out throats with my teeth.
This is only painless if I couldn't care less
that it fuckin hurts.
that it fuckin hurts.
That's how it fuckin is.
Touch deprived.
Let's get down to it and compare depravity.
Nails run over like vice and I swear to Christ
They cover me like sunrays.
That's how it fuckin is.
What's the point of building bridges
if I don't use matchsticks?
What's the point of living in a castle
if villagers don't wear crucifix against the blowing wind?
Tongue tied.
You didn't like my handwriting so I changed it.
I draw letters blotted out on sky-less days
now shaped into sunrays.
That's how it fuckin is.
Hard wired.
Drink me. Eat me. I taste exactly as you want.
Snip the countdown wire, it won't stop the fire
It wasn't connected anyway
That's how it fuckin is.
What's the point of building bridges
if I don't use matchsticks?
What's the point of loving you now
if it's isn't for the suffering?
What's the point of where my spirit lays
if it can't be dried by sunrays?
Light sensitive.
I keep losing you again and again in the maelstrom.
But I won't stop reaching for you to get it on.
That's how it is fuckin is.
