Who's on the seventh floor Brewing alternatives? What's in the bottom drawer Waiting for things to give? Spare us the cutter Spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the mustard Conquering myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Come to the free for all With seven tapered knives Some of them six feet tall We will escape our lives Spare us the cutter Spare us the cutter Couldn't cut the m-m-mustard Conquering myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Am I the happy loss? Will I still recoil When the skin is lost? Am I the worthy cross? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off? Conquering myself Until I see another hurdle approaching Say we can, say we will Not just another drop in the ocean Ocean Watch the fingers close When the hands are cold Am I the happy loss? Will I still recoil When the skin is lost? Am I the worthy cross? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off? Am I the happy loss? Will I still be soiled When the dirt is off?

Vanity Vomiting Inside me Tyranny Vanity Of vanities Inside me So ungodly Vanity Vomiting Inside me Tyranny Vanity Of vanities Inside me So ungodly Vanity Vomiting All over me Vanity Vomiting Inside me Tyranny Vanity Of vanities Inside me So ungodly Vanity Vomiting Inside me Tyranny Vanity Of vanities Inside me So ungodly Vanity Vomiting All over me

Call down to me Our bodies hanging like your earrings Goddess of Fertility I bask in your cruelty Content with you giving them nothing Indebted to your holy eminence I want to know How much blood it takes to swallow Slitting their throats Our holy baptism Content with you giving them nothing Indebted to your holy eminence

There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me They're ripping up my sheets They're ripping up my sheets They're ripping up my sheets They're ripping up my sheets There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me There's pennies in the washing machine I see him as he's watching me There's pennies in the washing machine I see him as he's watching me He's ripping up my sheets He's ripping up my sheets He's ripping up my sheets He's ripping up my sheets

2018 Backing of the house Everyone's asleep I am walking I am walking You are breathing I am walking You are breathing Wake up Wake up I want to reassure you There is something wrong with you The closer you get to sanity The farther you are from the truth I am walking You are breathing I am walking You are breathing Wake up Wake up

Filth denier Distorted reloader Thumb in mouth Sex in hand Forward thinker It's meaningless Sex in hand Gun in mouth

We're in a room and in my mind you're undressing Rubbing yourself on my performance And thinking of different outcomes And what led up to this You can't tell and I'm sitting across from you You can't tell and I've spent hours picturing you under me You should see the map I've laid out for you Cauterized on the corners I use crosses as pens to keep the placement holy As reparation for my sin I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you I nourished you with what you need for health and good condition And in your bedroom I saved a seat so I can experiment With my ideas and what I actually see I repeatedly erase the dreams I have of me carving an animal out of your body I want to be a part of your medical diary Preserving your trim As reparation for my sins I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you Confessing my compulsion to the priest He shivers in the booth next to me I tell him all about my ideologies He prays for me out of courtesy As reparation for my sin I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you I walk home to find myself filling up the sink I dip my head down deep but it's not me moving I'm forced to count down the last few minutes of my breathing Fortunate for you to be my perpetual aim As reparation for my sin I punish myself