The Cousin of Death

Like sweet little notes from my mother, ya tend to smother
Sayin lovin' one another’s the key to happiness and lovers
Oh, brother
This is somethin' the others can’t utter
But I don’t fuckin' care
Throw your prayers at another
I’d rather get some sleep
Cause I’ve been feelin' rather weak
Can barely speak
Been searchin' for remedies all week
And I know just what you’ll peep
If you’re feelin' froggish, leap
But the fall’s steep
'Cause the cousin of death is always sleep
I’m barely half-dressed
Rooms a mess and I’m depressed
I’m frightened of seeing others
And frankly, it’s left me stressed
'Cause I gave it my greatest guess
Didn’t work givin' a rest
And now I’m hard-pressed
The road of life is hopeless
Movin' on in protest
God has bounced both checks and I’m impressed
Never knew the Jew would notice
I feel a little blessed
Hope I expressed it with zest
But I guess you already know it’s a jest
There’s a party in the street
I’m ridin' out with the fleet
Takin nap in backseat
Yeah, the kiss of death is sweet
I feel it in heartbeat
Into darkness I retreat
I never could compete
It’ll defeat, it’ll deplete
All of the light inside the meat
They say that love’s a mighty feat
But I’ve never felt the heat
Nothin' but fear under the sheet
Wish I could surpass the past, repeat
To know a future so concrete
The flap of wing’s discrete
It can delete
It can delete
It can duh
What this is saying then is
That just as you don't know how you manage to be conscious
How you manage to grow and shape this body of yours
That doesn't mean to say that you're not doing it
Equally, you don't know how the universe shines the stars
Constellates the constellation, and galactify's the galaxies
You don't know
That doesn't mean to say that you aren't doing it
In just the same way as you're breathing without knowing how you breathe
Cold, like the dead moon
Cold, like the dead moon
I’ll see you soon
I’ll see you soon
Cold, like the dead moon
Cold, like the dead moon
I’ll see you soon
I’ll see you soon
Can't escape the screen
They’re fuckin' bitches
Sippin' lean
That’s not my life
That’s not my scene
But all I’ve seen
No in-between
They’re countin' checks
They’re cuttin' green
They’re cuttin' necks
They’re fuckin' teen
And I’m a wreck
I’m spec and clean
Just read my words
Know what I mean?
I’m not as hot as your caffeine
Nor as addictive
Try and wean
Off of my lyrics
Off my cuisine
And you will thrive
That I’ve foreseen
I’m 'bout as deep as Jane Austen
And more obscene
It’s just routine
You’ll dump my shit in the latrine
And never glean the slightest mean
I used to care what people thought
Now I care more
'Cause no one out here’s got it figured out, therefore
I’ve lost all hope of a happy ending, depending
On whether or not it’s worth it
So insecure
No one’s perfect
But still, I seek the surface
Painting masks like it's a circus
No one’s earnest
Even Earn
The curtains down
We lost our purpose
I speak about feeling’s, wordless
As a disservice up for purchase
And once you hear that sound, no one’s round
Honesty’s a disturbance
Cold, like the dead moon
Cold, like the dead moon
I’ll see you soon
I’ll see you soon
Cold, like the dead moon
Cold, like the dead moon
I’ll see you soon
I’ll see you soon