The strong and the comfortable
Impractical and known
Bitter sweet scribes talking shit bigger then their mouths
Aware that your comfortable and not of much else
Oh baby you're so blunt I could just inhale
Intoxicated you've fashioned yourself
Now you think you've made it
Why don't you sit down
The fascists love this weapon
Distracts you all so well
Insomniacs need to stick together
Burn this mother f*cker down
Machete in practice
Philophobic and lovesick
I want that top shelf love
Even if it's toxic
The cheapest wine will get ya the same sick
In stagnance you might find yourself a bargain
I'm on sale somebody f*cked up the packaging
No returns
No recompense for damages
Enamoured by never you've grown accustomed to this travesty
And somewhere in heaven I can hear an angel vomiting
Soon now we'll behold all yesterday's maladies
Tomorrow never kisses on the lips
Just f*cks and leaves
Call me when the fans covered In shit
And I'll come running
Slip on my own seed
And arrive all bruised and bloody
Sometimes winter mutters sweet nothings to me in my sleep
Bites my neck and says I'll never let you f*cking leave
I'm on sale somebody f*cked up the packaging
No returns
No recompense for damages
I'm on sale somebody f*cked up the packaging
No returns
No recompense for damages
And I know it sounds dark
And it is what it is
I swear to god I'm trying my best to stay positive