Obscene — Unbecoming
And always look down
Unclean — No returning
But it’s so clear and so sound.
Between — My shortcomings
A simple way out
It seems nothings working
But this saves me from me.
Waste away inside
Pulling with this tide
Of a lesser God
It suits you fine.
Slip into subhuman
And phasing you out
Pristine no resurgence
Your in-between the next life.
Waste away inside
Pulling with this tide
Of a lesser God
It suits you fine.
I think it’s safe to say
Can’t make it go away.