Stare into my Kodachrome jackhammer I-eyes never thought you’d see
The asphalt crack-crack-crack like a black eggshell
Don’t ever say I never warned you from the start
Don’t ever say I never warned you from the start
You’re not a shovel and I’m not your dirt
“Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: this is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, that signifies nothing.”
Is there any way to un-swallow my pride?
Can I fuck myself down?
Why die when you can kill the father?
Dad is missing an “E”
No Macbeth confessed Oedipus is no longer present tense
No Macbeth confessed Oedipus is no longer present tense
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason
High and overneath
High and overneath
“Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, un-sex me here…”
I won’t regret letting you live
Even if you forgot what you never saved me from
So I say whatever or for never
For, for, for, for, fallen for never
For, for, for, for, fallen for never
For, for, for, for, fallen for never
Whatever
The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks
The rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme
Rape, rape, rape Persephone
Rape, rape, rape Persephone
Rape, rape, rape Persephone
Rape, rape, rape Persephone
High and overneath
High and overneath
“The wages of sin is death. Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.”
High and overneath
High and overneath
No, no, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no, no reason
No, no, no, no, no reason