Roses cannot fathom the seas of blood

Cut my lonely dead eyes from the source of thud

I spray water on my corpse just for the cheapest of laughs

Deepest parts of my bones, I’m the, fuck, roughest draft

Feel like I’m a disappointment to the industry

And I am so desperately lonely, so dismally

And I always feel guilty from the time that I wake

I be crying elongated rivers to soon break

Cause I’m stuck more firmly the longer that I’m in

There’s plenty of showers it gets hard to tell the difference

Between all the water that’s cleaning my dirty soul

And the everlasting despair that I cause my damn whole

In my lonesome heart I feel the hyperactive tension

At least if I self harm there’s production in my ascension

Cause I just wanna travel to a newer dimension

For subversions of these demons so fuck all the aspersions, uh

Thought I wanted love but I just wanted attention

Bought all time I could afford but now I'm caught in tension

Good intentions gone and lying in beds of sin

Reel around the fountain, afterwards alone and drenched

Pinned down metaphorically, betraying all philosophy

Find it hard to think clear even if my mind is free

Please don't bind to me, even if I find it flattering

God tell me "batter up," I'm not His strongest athlete

I can dig into my mind or dig into my skin

Doesn't matter because the devil always wins