I want your blood to be the heart Spread across these yellow walls Like lipstick and sugar melting down And I'm a sociopath sociopath sociopath now Can't hold it in, violent silken thighs Wouldn't love to fuck, to hold her tight And this is my mind- no it's my mind Not your mind You will pass You must accept this. You must accept this. And the train is driving me to it And the world is whispering Until it feels beautiful. And they're laughing, laughing laughing! And the art of human waste is beautiful And we're just sitting in our chairs and watching The tv shows, because this is just what I figured it would be I want your suicide to be an act of freedom Like a singer, like a dancer I want you to see me in the wind Carried like your mother Tears wont sparkle nor shine like you in mine And when it kills her And she is sorry, sorry, sorry I want to show you what confusion is Domination and pride for her And it hurt And it hurt We're all perfected. You will go You will pass on But I will swallow all these knives And choke myself from the inside out Because I have a reason to leave you Stranded, God, because you are so perfected... because you made me stand there And in my honesty, I think I've confused love With our kitchen knives.