Ken Mode The Illusion Of Dignity
These are not good goals
I don't want to feel safe, I'll never learn that way
The kind of chaos I wish to convey;
In fine illuminations - and a resting pace
This is intensely flawed
And bleeds its feelings through these seats
Deliberate in each movement and pause
Navigating weakness; with a dystopian loss
Tiny lies; with a soft love
I'd rather be alone
Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough
I'd rather be alone
Tiny lies; with a soft love
I'd rather be alone
Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough
I'd rather be alone
I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
I cannot fix this
I want to feel again
My body's failing
I need help