The War of Art

Follow me now and I will drown you Fill you full of reason No windows Ill take you To the dirty place that I love Slipping on messes You made when I hit you Makes me more exicitable I'll never get caught (x2) Pull it tight I'll see right through it I

An overwhelming understanding of chaos brings you to your knees Impurities make me the way that I am The dirt in my veins The games on my thoughts The stains on your face They break it apart Motherfuckin' Pushing the envelope life Sets me off pushing

No sense of self To balance it off Preconceived notions of something Everyones gone Will I show up With all that I have to give Would you consider it a gift But that Doesn't matter anyway Liar you're such a On your hands and knees Picking up the brok

Lead me around And nurse my broken wing With all the promises You can never honor I just don't care enough To react to vain attempts Sent only to perpetuate One's selfish little world You'll wait and watch and still you're only let down You'll wait a

Shit-filled spasms Deep in a colostomy bag I like being trapped inside The plastic's wearing out Red and perfect Her legs spread out in front of me They're so open they make me sweat It's my lubrication Recent findings Say circumcize the abstinent an

Pathetic sympathies Left for the bloody at heart Everything fades to shxit Evertyhing tears me apart Caustic insecurities Surface above the witheld Every time I need Everything I want Aesthetic disguises Underlying doubts My direction dies Everything

The surface is so cold and worthless All the things that I have still come from there So paint your windows in front of my face When you know damn well theres No one behind them I wish your body was not so warm to me Just so you know All it was was s