I cannot assimilate.
I hate life and everything associated with it.
I cannot appreciate and therefore I am cursed to never mutate into something better; locked inside this timeless cellar.
No social skills, I am so sheltered.

I cannot imaginate or paraphrase without including every sopping detail because without it it wouldn't sound so juicy.
I cannot alleviate. No power pills, nor protein shakes, no double takes no shorter days.
A hazy memory gets laid to waste.

It's another song about how much I hate my life and want to die and
so cliche that I lie then stick some needles in my eyes.
Now it looks like Hells on the rise cause all the lakes and rivers dried.
Come jab the spear into my side.
Out pours the waterfalls of wine.

I'm so sick of everything. I want to cut my legs and bleed to test the ones I mess with just to make them stress affection and the rest.
Next comes connection followed quickly by infection, not the kind primed to be bested.
God blessed the beast with intellect and it went wild, broke a smile, grew teeth bigger than a crocodiles.
It ate a child and shat out a man who can't understand or meet all your demands so you bury him (in the grave you had him dig).