Secret Mutilator - I’M SO MODERN THAT EVERYTHING IS POINTLESS

Appreciation of the hating
Of all appropriate frustrations.
Created by these human beings
Through promises that we all know.
Turning, sure. We can’t, we won’t let it.
I can relate this to me - heart blackened.
Like turning black back into white.
I’ll let her in our sphere.
How can this be?
Of course we’re gonna let it.
All I see is we’re kind of the same.
And letting you leave sounds kind of poetic.
I slept tonight when you turned on the tv’s light.
The planets aligned just to our sign.
They’ve got names and addresses and blocks and blocks of tombstones.
Now just wait, so what makes what we call a home a home?
He’s on his own tonight.
Competing with the prophecies of DJs with answers.
I wait.
I can’t commit it. I can’t compete.
He knows this.
And that’s not the answer he’s looking for.
It’s way more complicated than that this time.
At the speed of light.
Our promises connect tonight.
Absolutely nothing.
Waiting on all the scraps from us.

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