Testo The Innocence Of

(Headspace distate. Your face erased.)
(Shut down equate. Red flags and tape.)
You only live for awhile walking with aimless desire
I don’t need your mind to dream about what could’ve been
It’s all asinine. I’m leaning towards anything else
I’ve finally hit the bottom of the well
Might as well
Why does living always feel like dying?
Why does giving always seem like trying?
It’s too hard bidding on
Is it worth it at all? Is it worth it at all?

I try to step out and think for myself for once
But which voice do I listen to?

Cut it out of yourself, cut it out! cut it out!
Omit the things that you hate, cut it out! cut it out!
I detest this thought, just this thought
I never mentioned this before

Black teeth bay in pools salivates with gluttonous fate from the mother, no
Fate from the mother, no When she lays against landscape and falls in place of
Light cannot grow
(place of light cannot grow)

You remind me of her
She degrades herself
You remind me of her

Cut it out of yourself, cut it out! cut it out!
Omit the things that you hate, cut it out! cut it out!
I detest this thought, just this thought
I never mentioned this before
Cut it out of yourself, cut it out! cut it out!
Omit the things that you hate, cut it out! cut it out!
I detest this thought, just this thought
I never mentioned this before

The innocence of the sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one
The innocence of the sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one
The innocence of the sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one
The innocence of the sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one

The innocence of the sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one
The innocence of the sheep and the flock
Have been picked off one by one