oh boy, you know you can't just dissapear   once filling up, now just spilling out    in front of the world before you,    you're walking in glitches and spasms lifting your knee to your breast    and lowering it to the ground    you'll never escape those ignorant eyes   the ones that were never meant to see what they've seen, I feel nothing, but I am not the one who hides in my own skin   you'd be more comfortable lying in your own waste grabbing the dick of death, begging for the chance to be dispatched and born again.