Digital Leather Eyes Of Rot
the fascist regime of your bleeding heart
makes me wanna rip the hair of out of my head
and when i scream
i'm silenced by your guilt
this is the true essence of the hell of a man
our relationship is a dictatorship
i'm better off with you i guess
that's what my friends tell me
and even though i'm putrid
and even though i'm cold
my self-sufficient solitude
is good enough to hold
coagulated blood is crusted on my lips from kissing you
as i stare into the eyes of rot