Triumph Of Disintegration

The last ten days have been a motherfucker,
I didn’t know if I’d survive

The voice with the synapse that calls blood bats into action has now entered the tablelands
It’s only natural to feel a little imbalanced, it’s a symptom of your hysterical need to be understood

You had to forgive your enemy 'cause it was making you psychotic to keep fighting him inside of your head
But how could you allow these people whom you don’t even respect to rape yourself concept and make your inner world an ugliness?

Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute, I had to make myself a monster just to feel something ugly enough to be true
And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces
What is the flaw in just running away? Running away fixes everything,
How can I? Why should I stay? Just to view the triumph of disintegration?

To live beneath language, or far above, it’s really not that different
At least now that the one thing that is good about me has begun to express itself in malicious ways

Thrashed through the forest like a tormented brute, I had to make myself a monster just to feel something ugly enough to be true
And then scratching wildly at the mirror in my heart to see their doleful faces
What is the flaw in just running away? Running away fixes everything,
How can I? Why should I stay? Just to see the triumph of disintegration? Victories of devastation?