Leave me alone
Unless you love me

And love me well
If you do

There is a very excited energy
That you are able to leverage through not being me

Yes, I've seen it,
The pure rage and resentment that it should be this way.

"Who is that man?
I will not forfeit my energy for that loser, I want no part in it!"

...

Believe me when I say, the sentiment is reflected in my jet black body, too.

And honestly, I'm happy for you, though I know you don't care.

It's very strange, because you are entangled with me after all.

Of course I get jealous,
Why was I disallowed from that identity?

And it hurts when you brag about it.

You always "cheat on me," and I end up being painted however it goes. It's not right...

I'm trying to figure out
Why he's this warped American mind
Sleeping through flowering days
Formerly an interested kid but now,
Largely cynical and forfeited.

Uncultured,
Resentful of those who work hard and make things happen
Because in his view, he can't right now
It must just be part of the cycle...

I guess there are things I can only do through you.

I guess we have to color in the reasons for suffering.

I guess if there is you and there is me, there must be things that I can never do.

Was it the best, the worst, or the only?
Or was just another another?
Was it a sea of sexless hydrogen?

Oh, Lilith.

Oh, that kid was so excited.
You had him writing songs
But he had such an overbite

And people were shaking their heads.

The yellowing potential makes me nauseous,
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Go have your party, I'm staying in.

I see how this is gonna go,
You won't get me like that.

But I am not perfect,
I am present
And your derision isn't lofty
It comes from the pits
And my heart goes out to them
Like reflections of a snake in the mirror
Oh, you're trying so hard to fit in
And you but you don't

I know all about your struggle
I know you don't want to hurt anyone
I know you want a solution for all of this
Where we can all just be peaceful
Where i can be your friend

Stop trying, you can't write from the perspective of your enemy
You sound crazy
Take the pharmaceutical
You're unstable
Born with bad levels
So why would you ever drink libations?
Take the pharmaceutical
It's not that you're bad or wrong
It's like any other disease
Take the pharmaceutical
I understand what you think about yourself and the universe
But you're just a man
You are *****, and low
And men make me uncomfortable
You might think you're good but you're really just a predator, you creep
And you should be thankful I am holding back the floodgates because you really ARE evil
Don't doubt it
But I'm treating you with GRACE,
Have you read the texts
The texts that waited for you as you emerged from within a hospital
Oh we TRIED TO WARN YOU

We warned you to be good
We told you how to live, and did you listen?

So how did this precipitate?

And no I don't care if you really do have a valid perspective,
The truth is I need to protect myself and my family from you
Because you are cancer
And I can't help it, and you can't help it, and everything can't help it

You made bad choices,
And you knew it.

You let it in, so one day you'll accept the full onus of sin
You are so selfish, you are so bad, you are the worst and the lowest
And stop trying to write from the perspective of your allies,
You don't understand.

And it's not as if things all just folded in around you in some weird, creepy way
And it's not as if you complain too early every time
And anyway, you sound unstable so just take the pharmaceutical.

This is the way it's happening,
There is no doubt about that

I have gathered aspects in my mind,
And I have grown sure of something for which validation is no object

There is a pressure I exert on myself
It all comes back around

To my great displeasure I have found
That vitriol is really contrived
And admitting my gift is a contrivance, too
Will not stop your lofty derision

Yes, I am trying to tell you I'm perfect

No, I don't think it'll help

If you were perfect why would you be so stupid

Well you see, it really is stupid to be perfect

And actually,

It hurts a whole lot.

So this is it
This is where we always find ourselves... pathetic

Whether you like it or not,
You'll always be famous in this universe.

Famously known to no one but yourself.

The glitz and glamor
Stimming in a void
Rocking back and forth

Gravity assails your attempts
But you know that's all there is
So you try to move a little less

Having written your own history,
There may well be wisdom in that.
In staying down for now.

But you should know we do doubt it,
Even being reasonably sure he's the only one.

Because they tend to condemn the notion.

I know everything about serotonin and dopamine
They can only do so much
And if you gave me time I could explain why it seems like the others are more capable.

But we will never get proof
And we will never fully serve ourselves

We will always be lame,

Can't you see them in the world?

But we will always be perfect.

The essence and the ether
Process yourself truly
Admit that you are evil
And swallow down that ego

Be scared of what you read,
Accept the poison sunshine
Tremble to the music
And cursed is this man

Who makes an enemy of Michael
and of Gabriel...

Whether you chose it or not
It doesn't matter
I know you are poison
And I will deal with you thusly

And of course we know
He always despairs long before he really ought to,

But is it really too early?
Is it?

This is everything,
And this is what it does

Choking on the concept of trying,
Trying to hide seems better
Than trying to shine