I've been clawing at the walls of our head
And thinking about some of the things I'd said
Just a little self-hatred to temper your destructive impulse,
Only sometimes it doesn't work and it accentuates them instead

And the blood just becomes white noise
We're an adult now — hide and seek — throw out the toys
And it's not even wrong now this song is a thing in my voice is a current that searches for easier paths and

Rejoice! Rejoice! Of course you would. Shell texturing. Unlanded sand. Disfinished hatred. Afterlives. An archive of a music band. An adjective noun comma gerund and....