BRUTALIST

Cocaine brain made the fog stay the same, But left the dead cells in the same place. To fantasize a life like a sitcom; Plugged into this endless rerun. 50 channels to activate my wet dreams. DIY is murdered by its own scene. With fluffy words And shitty banter Romantic taste With vulgar slander Punch my lights out. Pull my hair out. Drop my jaw down. Stick my tongue out, blah. Self-loathing, self-soaking poets Still stuck in these bittersweet moments They'll find their flashy words to paint their tapestries With online wars with their cyber savageries But I want to float against the gravity; Find that box that holds my brutality And then I'll taste what it feels like To hate it. To see it. To tape it. To need it. To feel it. I want to eat you alive. I want to eat you whole. I want to eat you alive. I want to eat you whole. Punch my lights out. Pull my hair out. Drop my jaw down. Stick my tongue out, blah. Cocaine brain made the Cocaine brain made the Cocaine brain made the fog stay the same And punch my lights out. Pull my hair out. Drop my jaw down. Stick my tongue out, blah. And punch my lights out. Pull my hair out. Drop my jaw down. Stick my tongue out, blah.