Go-go sunrays (pool party mix)

 

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'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.