I am a body wronged by god
Dead in the water
I wanna be a little more than a concept sometimes
Humanize an aesthetic
Personalize aesthetic
Where do you go from here?
I am a human smear campaign
I am a human tableaux vivant
Marina you are simple
Marina you are simple
I want to develop the botulism of seeing
I want to develop the salmonella of knowing
The botulism of seeing
The salmonella of knowing
I wanna be little more than aesthetic, static, static
I want to be static electricity
Protruding from a flannel shirt found in the attic
Of your rheumatic amnesiac uncle
I want to be a generational stereotype
When you look at me through the years
Who let this be made into the taste, into the taste
You get when you wander into the basement at the wrong time
I want to develop the botulism of seeing
AuHahAHahAYayYAYUH
I want to develop the salmonella of knowing
I want to develop the salmonella of seeing
The botulism of knowing
The pink eye of remembering
The sun is black
Water reddens post-surgery
I know what's more painful than giving birth
It's trying to make it seem like it matters
Why can't I sell anything that isn't a trauma I've gone through?
I'm like 21 years old, well yeah I guess, and I think I'm experiencing borrowed nostalgia
'Cause I still think people want cool and not necessarily honest
'Cause I still think people still want cool
AuauUUauUAUauAUuaUaAH
Why do you want to see your own experience in my abstraction?
I want to build a giant fucking ice wall, ice wall
A giant fucking ice wall, ice wall between the well-rounded believable world and the nonsense that I black out and make
I wanna develop the pink eye of remembering
I wanna develop the salmonella of knowing
I wanna develop the botulism of seeing
This is the food poisoning of self-expreSSION
All discomfort that I've experienced in my life has never lasted longer than 3 hours
I've never felt like shit for more than 40 minutes! [LAUGHING FIT]
I wanna develop [aEeUEueEUeu] the pink eye of remembering
AhahAHueUAUuaHhh[LAUGHING FIT]
The salmonella of knowing
The botulism of seeing
The food poisoning of memory, of memory, of memory
I bit my cheek real fucking HaAaAAaaARD
On accident
I hope this finds you well
I want total information all the time!
I want total infomaAaAaAyWUHAHAHAHHAHAH
Relation is a fake because we learn only from separation (?)
Unity is a formulation of isolation all by itself
HEROIIIIN
It's my wife and it's my liiiiife.
Okay, I shouldn't do that. It's the Billy Idol version. You know the one. It's from Cyberpunk. It's like an 8 minute dance version of Heroin by the Velvet Underground. I think it's because of the chorus with the really fuckin triumphant HEROIIIIIIN. It's the funniest thing in the world to me. It's the desecration of something holy, that's why it's good.
Kill your idols, man. Kill your idols, man.
KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOooOoOoOoOoOoOooO[INCOMPREHENSIBLE SCREAMING] [LAUGHING]
Kill your idols, man.
Kill your fucking idols, man.
[smoker's throat mode on] KILL YOUR IDOLS, MAAAAAAAAN.
(Heroiiin! It's my wife, and it's my life! Jesus died for somebody's sins, and not mine!)
(HEROIIIIN! It's my wife, and it's my wife.)
(The botulism of knowing.... The pink eye of remembering.... The pink eye of rememberiiiIiIiiAaAiAIaiIaAIaiIaUAuauAUuaUAUuauAUauUAUauUAUuau[SHRIEKING])
[CREAKING PRINTER HIVE SOUND]
[DYING CAT IMPRESSION]