sitting there faking at the picture of perfectionnwaking at the time done fine grey matternnlooking at the blood with the brimming of a dead headnwondering if the sunshine will ever catch your eyennpicking at the dead skinnhow does gonorrhea feelnwatch it re(a)d n(keep it sped) nfalling off a horses highnn(second day) sunshine working out the bigger sinndeep inside the house before the roof caved innnsleeping on the side (trains watching through the absent)n(peace for love and killing them).....neverybody's always flocking byndeath the bodies kicking downneveryone is said and donenbelieve this shit is still to comennpain is just his tragedynwhy is everything so needynbottomless laughter raises the shaftntaking it after (the shit)nnpain (mistrust) (it's) tragedynpain is just his tragedy nwhy is everything so needynnsitting there faking at the picture of perfectionnwaking at the time done fine grey matter