I’ve watched you all succeed
with the highest marks in greed
from my cave, where you’re displayed
like photographs that bleed
and my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes
I am hate everlasting with each sickly spell I’m casting.
I discard all feelings.
The stars scar my ceiling.
Sun, I won’t spare you. Moon, I won’t spare you.
And my pain is mine. It’s become my friend with time.
Chia-like it grows, watch it fester for my foes.
One day i’m gonna get up, get right back into the city
with my flamethrower mouth,
you bet you’re life it won’t be pretty.
I discard all my feelings.
As the stars still scar my ceiling.
I won’t spare you. I won’t spare you.
Photograph, photograph, photograph.
Why’d you have to go and take a picture of a life like that?
You aren’t new enough. I give up on you.
Look at you. Pretty boy floating face down in a pond of glue.
You aren’t new enough. We give up on all those like you.
I discard all feelings. The stars scar my ceiling.
I won’t spare you. I won’t spare you.
Won’t spare you…
I shall grow and grow. I shall grow and grow.
I’ll grow.