Triumph of Disintegration

The last ten days have been a ************

I didn't know if I'd survive

Wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh wooh

The voice with the synapse that calls blood bats

Into action has now entered the tablelands

It's only natural to feel a little imbalanced

It's a symptom of your hysterical need to be understood

Wooh

You had to forgive your enemy 'cause

It was making you psychotic

To keep fighting him inside of your head

But how could you allow these people

Whom you don't even respect to rape your self concept

And make your inner world an ugliness

Wooh wooh

Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute

I had to make myself a monster just

To feel something ugly enough to be true

And then scratching wildly

At the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces

What is the flaw in just running away

Running away fixes everything

How can I why should I stay

Just to view the triumph of disintegration

To live beneath language or far above

It's really not that different

At least now that the one thing that is good about me

Has begun to express itself in malicious ways

Wooh wooh ahh

Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute

I had to make myself a monster just

To feel something ugly enough to be true

And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart

To see their doleful faces

What is the flaw in just running away

Running away fixes everything how can I why should I stay

Just to see the triumph of disintegration

Victories of devastation