Rat King RX

There's a limit on the Taurus At the bottom of the lake When we are Prisoners of our own vice And no device is ever enough To fake your way through a whole life And you won't do it anyway Hijacking my innards Fuelling my hive mind of self-destruction I can destroy myself and feel nothing So stay away from me like it's nothing I like when my bones show through my clothes I have plateaus with no skin pigment I stole a carcass for your body's replenishment But I swore that I didn't Exact parallel God particle vortex Feeling the nausea pushing me forward, oh Drinking the sweet nectar From the mouth of Nirvana It surges through my bloodstream But not if my white blood cells Are quick enough I bruised all my knuckles In a fight with a boy Sonic, ionic radiation-wise I like when my fist Is the width between my thighs I fight with boys In an atomic wasteland I'm now even more alien Than I ever was before I like when my bones show through my clothes I have plateaus with no skin pigment I stole a carcass for your body's replenishment But I swore that I didn't Exact parallel God particle vortex Feeling the nausea pushing me forward, oh Mining signs of life Digging up oxygen to feed him Asking Matthew if that girl's hipbones Stick out more than mine Watching strangers dining In my indirect suicide I'm so frustrated and alienated Crowns made of human meat And human eyes Sometimes I feel like all only-children Are really just the same person And I miss being fifteen And cross-faded Disputing, indirectly abusing My creative genius, for twenty two years Coz I thought to be fuckable Was to be valuable Ignoring my commitments Ignoring my album But now it's done After six long years