Creasy I) Styrofoam Lungs

Lines on my face are dense and deepening By the year, by the month, by the week Are my fears apparent if i don't decide to speak? The volume of the bottle is multiplied in this; Arcane chemical, a compounded fixation A self-abhorrent abyss. Determination takes precedence In lieu of erstwhile complexes I'll usurp all that i've fucking earned And capitalise on my chances Fuck rumination, this segregation is doing me in And every one of these sycophantic urchins are under my skin My head is spinning around and around In a purgatory of wide open mouths I live in fear of my venial sin Of all that i've done just to get out of this skin Eyelids half-mast for the death of innocence "Don't forget, that i meant it when i said that You a'int shit, just a corporate ornament" In a bottomless well of embellishment and lies Who survives? who will validate their lives? I know they all go behind my back Then why do they just get away with that? Its the way they are, throwing underhanded But it's your own fault, y'don't understand it I don't understand but i've tried all my life You need to forget them and cut all the ties This just isn't working, i've suffered enough Embrace what you are and forget what you're not Suffer my griefs and dream my dreams Authored in their entirety by this disease It was this ailment that clung to the pen That guided my wrist and moved my hand I forgot you, remember that