How the mind does shout for rest

When the bodies shaken, yeah

Oh the tightness in my chest

Still your leaves I'm raking



Lord is this a test

Was it fun creating, yeah?

My god's a little sick

And he wants me crazy





Who

Are you

Who can say

It's ok to live through me?



Live to be

Part of me

You're a wrinkled magazine

Yeah



Was it something that I said?

Was it how they're breaking, yeah

I'm so selfish, paying your rent

While your blood I'm taking



You

Spend me

Like a tree

Dirty dollar bills for leaves

Dark in a sea

Of my seeds

And the tears on which you feed



You feed



The body is a temple

A dormant alter

To where infantile men lie around

Itching and nibbling

For a small piece of sanity

Of which you can not give



Shit!



Individuality

Buying pennies with my soul

And a little Heaven spent

While the Hell I'm taking



Thieves

Parasites

Hide from life

You know they'll remember me



They are abhored

In self-worth

All that matters much to me