porcelain (The Art of Disappearing)

Play for crumbs Hope for closure No reprieve Derelict composure Say I will And know I won't Just take your things And let me go The fog is thick The air is cold More than ever On my own I say my peace And live in hope So naive Grief has taken hold Artificial light Is poisoning me They're watching and I'm certain They have control over me I'm way too fucking intense The pressure way too pure to ingest I say it and wince and try to make sense Of moments I've dreaded more so than the rest I say it in jest Then say it again I speak with my chest And wish you the best The sinew abscessed I yearn for caress The greatest distress To ever express Dextroamphetamines Chronic sleep disorder Bodies lie contorted Dead, she looks like Porcelain The art of disappearing I can't tell my spirit That it's all you know The floorboards are so selfish The way that they creak So egregious So outrageous The wind chill outside forces a hushed groan And the bellowing of beckoning call Desolate, decayed, decrepit homestead Try not to focus on the details or downsides Summoning, I've waited for my whole life Waited for my whole life Dextroamphetamines Chronic sleep disorder Bodies lie contorted Dead, she looks like Porcelain The art of disappearing I can't tell my spirit That it's all you know Dextroamphetamines Chronic sleep disorder Bodies lie contorted Dead, she looks like Porcelain I fucking lost my mind I try all the time But I just can't let go Play for crumbs Hope for closure No reprieve Derelict composure Say I will And know I won't Just take your things And let me go