DBH

Watch my crawl on the walls and jump across the floor I’m incredible at being unpredictable to myself and no-one else

Groenland shark me to me / common squirrel to you / the stall in the parc / the the face under the grave

Slime it to the pace of a gazelle / overdone overthought / the sand crawls through my toes / i crawl through fears

Fuck out of my face give me a hug / blast it fix it fuck it

Infinite finiteness tired through the iron red / it’s not real / it’s not it it’s ‘s

Prochaine façon de projeter sans arrêt

Facade implacable comme la face fâchée sans tords tordu de remords

Anyways y’est tard, trop tard

I crave the wholeness that I lack

Bleak body blank board full of words

No depth I wave like a dunce

Hoping for the hour to come by

Eat the Sun, devour its nuclear body

I’d rather stay awake thoughts overfilled by work

I’d rather anything else than the purge it brings

When even in my dreams i cannot be your friend

Even in my dreams we cannot talk proper

Even in my dreams all I see is you so high above

You seeped into my dreams and called them home

You sit down as I run around senseless in my head

In my dream

My legs drop and i trip over my eyes glued to your face, i’m begging

I’m depressed and I wanna die. There’s no other way to put it. Hearts are broken the mind is putrid and corrupt.

I’m bored of being bored, i cannot handle doing anything else than pointlessly moving around my bed, jerking off, smoking, drinking and taking any drugs that might pass by.

I cannot give my life a meaning and i’m about to find the means to my ending because I seriously doubt I’ll ever really have the life i want. I’m lazy and I can’t do anything to help myself.

I’m so overwhelmed all the time i need to stop smoking weed every day, i know it keeps me lazy but even when I don’t smoke for a while I’m too scared or incapable of doing what I wanna do. I’m afraid i’ll fail or that i will disappoint.

Money got me on a leash

Money money money

Let me taste your pennies

Cold metallic saliva running

Loud gulp for the fear of money

In my stomach how it churns

How the cold metallic taste burns

Spreading in my veins stiffing my hands

Money for drugs money for food

Bit too much i’m a fool

The hands inside hold my wrists and my heels

Prevented movements turn to spastic motions

Twitching like im getting a beating

My head whipped my neck slinging

Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?

It screams with a hold on my wrists down on my knees

Like needles breaking in my bones

Starved scared numb blank fully empty voided overcrowded broke stressed

The head is an open house for uninvited guests

Big man with small hands on my wrist demands another glass of that fine fine cold metallic taste

Feed him i must or feed on the street

Left as a limp body floating

A limp empty carcass held by the hands of the big man he ordered another glass of that cold metallic taste

he just might leave with the tip jar

He might as well rip me apart

That cold metallic taste that i need

That cold metallic taste that bleeds

That cold metallic taste makes me suffer

That cold metallic taste got me on a leash

That cold metallic taste that leaves me buffered

That cold metallic taste that I hate