What's inside you.

Shallow graves in your mind
What's this desire that you find?
This aching for lust and for pain
Dear, tell me, have you gone insane?
Hold that breath of death on your lips
and come under with me
under
under
and over we are.

Cobble stone roads in your heart
Has your atlas been ripped apart?
Tell me a fairytale ending
One that needs mending perhaps?
Swallow that sadness turned madness on your tongue
and come sleep with me
sleep
sleep
and awake we become.

Screaming at your vanity.
How much beauty has surpassed you?
it makes you sick.
Screaming at your envy so sweet.
How much as your modesty collapsed onto you?
it makes you smile.
and it makes you vile.
and it makes you wild.
and it turns you upside down.
and it rids you of your frown.
and it makes you insecure
and it feels like a permanent cure.
But it's not.
But it's all you've got.
But it's not what you want.
But it is all you need.
But it's not you that you see.
But it makes you feel safe.
But it takes you away.
Who cares?
Not I.
Who cares?
Not anyone.
Who shares?
The socialists.
Who shares?
not the communists.

Jazz lounge smoke inside your lungs.
Pray thee, tell me when you're done?
With this non sense, with these games
Or is there someone you must blame?
Forget what's shaken, taken from you, in you
and come join me dieing
dieing
dieing
and now we are alive.