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Apathetic model-slash-DJ: he has quite the debt to pay,
but never trust the boy who threw his life away.
Carelessly he rots out west, tethered to ‘self-obsession with a vintage twist’.
All the place I left behind, and it eats itself up from the inside.

This is where the hideous meets the meaningless.
This is where the scum of the earth
inflates their worth.

Well there’s a face I hadn’t seen in a while.
What am I doing?
Why are you here?
What do you want from me?

Don’t you dare, you shouldn’t have come here.
Don’t you dare, you should never have come here.

"Empathy", he said,
but empathy is dead.
I was nowhere, I was nowhere then.

Is that what he meant? Is this detachment?
I wouldn’t know…

He splits the seams, hope’s unraveling.

and now it doesn't mind how much am i alive
all breath day(2) that breath has to die
you'r at least in severance more in is the residence
tounge around erectly too easely evicted

to love
to love
to love is to lose all breath day that breath has to die

He’s a protozoan, He’s just a filthy protozoan The roads are dry and dusty, and we’re taking in the scenery.
Waving to the people in the fields, this is life to me, as far as the eye can see And you are dead, you are dead, you are dead to me. I was twisted up in Cwezi shrines and you were the anomaly a conceited disease, time spend in foreign lands is a cure, it seems and it triggered a change in me.
This is an unfamiliar strain, I have no immunity, ravenous and unrelenting, pathogenic and parasitic. This is unclean and it has to be treated, parasite in the bloodstream this is unclean, And he’s feeding, he’s been feeding on everything.

A single moment was enough to create this:
a retinal distraction when a scatter of light
hits and forms an image.
Perfection is the harshest term.
The shade of your eyes is a curse, it’s a curse.

Don’t look at me.

I walked out the door, you walked up the stairs.
I said I’d see you in another time, another place.

Anxiety and elegance, and the coldest hands.

You know I could have breathed you in, but life is so unfair.
Under the trees in the Berlin rain I tried so hard not to care.

Why am I
Why am I
Why am I so young?

Why am I
Why am I
Why am I so young and so cold?