I hate this f*****g houseThese people all but deadThe tree looks niceBut it'd look nicerIf I was hanging by my f*****g headI like this glassIt's serve..
Where thoughts go to festerWhere wounds go to healWhere the world is made a child's toyWhere all is but too realGive me silenceWhere desire goes to du..
My dark eyes unscrewCotton in my earsI'm not hereGhosts stir around meMeUn-moving observerInvisible listenerFrayed wireBroken glassI seeDysfunctionDam..