Canadian Geese (SMT Freestyle)

You ever cry yourself to sleep after making yourself throw up Ashamed of the reflection you see in the mirror this can't be real, yup Despite this you try and conceal the truth of the matter Refuse to see disorder cause if you did your eyes might shatter OCD my hands bleed my brains disease see me pace back and forth Until I succumb to the fingers in my mouth purge vomit in quarts I'm out of sorts and want divorce with existence involving belligerent brain court My mind's gone I'd do anything to get it back Regret fills my lungs as I breathe crisp air and hit the track But what I lack in resilience I make up for with crates of wax Stacks full of gatefolds but still ungrateful No matter what I get I won't be grateful Unless I'm fallaciously gracious by the destruction of all shul's, churches, and other tax exempt beneficiaries It's truly scary that I think that like "Really, Oh dare he?" Still not where I wanna be So I keep inhaling that brass covered in verdigris playing All of Me knowing all of me just wishes to be free From this Hellish world of private property and exploitation for your morning cup of coffee The intricate assembly of my heart forces open a hole of contemplation which seems to be bottom Less desire to be in this world so I curl up hoping not to be a bother Keep to myself burning my fingers with solder All dreams end But there's no end to my dreaming Each day another begins Most I spend rendering images in my head of me being dead So I sit here upset that many fight for bread but yet My selfishness consumes me and I want pain so I abstain from cracking a smile Life's a free trial Still imma cancel that subscription No relief from my psychiatrists prescription No relief until I'm fucking lamented