chaos arpeggiating

Mountain city yellows

They're not on the grounds they're in the wall

This loneliness is so distracting

I'm barely missing you at all

Will I survive the easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation no

I can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket

Now your charming little virus is getting all your attention

As I drag my chair up to the window

To absorb some solar lashings

It's your saint's name day tomorrow

But last year's paper wasps they are not living

Anymore

Why should I be scorned like some catalyst for famines

When it's me who's been

Exiled in apartments

Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating

Mountain city yellows I see them glitching through the floor

The minotaur of self abuse can't pick himself up anymore

Your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us

I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits

And now I'm sparring with the no one the void

The vacuum of conscience

As I mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter

I have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you

But what's the point

We can't be together without starting a row

Why should I be scorned like some catalyst for famines

When it's me who's been

Exiled in apartments

Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating

Why should I be scorned like some catalyst for famines

When it's me who's been

Exiled in apartments

Oh must I always be chaos arpeggiating

We are be chaos arpeggiating