French Exit

A sinful obsession to keep myself idle Rather shatter the glass than become the disciple No saint of the 'nary Scale the sides of my ego Spit it out I'll never stop spitting in your mouth The harm inside a glass A fragmentary blue Carry me through Your exit wounds I don't care about your state of denial cause I'm sittin' by the window with a saucer and a smile like What's next, what's left, what's sex, was this death or just a test? I don't want to be the dust settling A colorless view when there's nothing left of me And I still stare when there's nothing left And I still stare when there's nothing (I got mine, but I want more) I'm still there when there's nothing (I got mine, but I want more) Where's my violent equivalent? What's my violent equivalent? Where is it? Where is it?