Lyrics

Vista, headlands The silver bay spread out beneath them Outside is all radiance Early in the morning and the spring I try Since I can't sit at home much longer Observe the emptiness Preserve the emptiness Bedroom, freedom 20 spiders in my sane book He no longer needs me Therefore I'm taking leave of This room To poll the uncertainty I was high Wanting to appear less often Going places Hitting my knee caps with a mallet I had continued to this day In every chamber a new torment Each one more ghastly You gotta multiply the tortures I found myself In an inhospitable building of My design I hit myself with a white hot needle I decried All the cowards with their reverb I design Motherfucking big needles I decline Any discussions about the future I tried The bottomless abyss of horror I decline Everything rhetorical