empty seas

Empty seas rust over and over me And yr petty luxury, so in love with the own air that you breathe Drink poisoned and served to the people who you can't see Don't make it up to me, just give more things to self-destruct with 'Cos yr not my friend! I am yr test subject and i keep a tight-lipped exit dear to me! Empty seas will be the death of me! Wash yr eyes and cover yr forearms before your mother sees And scolds you for being so mean to yrself And not taking her precious motherfucking feelings into account "What about me?"