The Cousin of Death

Like sweet little notes from my mother, ya tend to smother Sayin lovin' one another's the key to happiness and lovers Oh, brother This is somethin' the others can't utter But I don't fuckin' care Throw your prayers at another I'd rather get some sleep Cause I've been feelin' rather weak Can barely speak Been searchin' for remedies all week And I know just what you'll peep If you're feelin' froggish, leap But the fall's steep 'Cause the cousin of death is always sleep I'm barely half-dressed Rooms a mess and I'm depressed I'm frightened of seeing others And frankly, it's left me stressed 'Cause I gave it my greatest guess Didn't work givin' a rest And now I'm hard-pressed The road of life is hopeless Movin' on in protest God has bounced both checks and I'm impressed Never knew the Jew would notice I feel a little blessed Hope I expressed it with zest But I guess you already know it's a jest There's a party in the street I'm ridin' out with the fleet Takin nap in backseat Yeah, the kiss of death is sweet I feel it in heartbeat Into darkness I retreat I never could compete It'll defeat, it'll deplete All of the light inside the meat They say that love's a mighty feat But I've never felt the heat Nothin' but fear under the sheet Wish I could surpass the past, repeat To know a future so concrete The flap of wing's discrete It can delete It can delete It can duh What this is saying then is That just as you don't know how you manage to be conscious How you manage to grow and shape this body of yours That doesn't mean to say that you're not doing it Equally, you don't know how the universe shines the stars Constellates the constellation, and galactify's the galaxies You don't know That doesn't mean to say that you aren't doing it In just the same way as you're breathing without knowing how you breathe Cold, like the dead moon Cold, like the dead moon I'll see you soon I'll see you soon Cold, like the dead moon Cold, like the dead moon I'll see you soon I'll see you soon Can't escape the screen They're fuckin' bitches Sippin' lean That's not my life That's not my scene But all I've seen No in-between They're countin' checks They're cuttin' green They're cuttin' necks They're fuckin' teen And I'm a wreck I'm spec and clean Just read my words Know what I mean? I'm not as hot as your caffeine Nor as addictive Try and wean Off of my lyrics Off my cuisine And you will thrive That I've foreseen I'm 'bout as deep as Jane Austen And more obscene It's just routine You'll dump my shit in the latrine And never glean the slightest mean I used to care what people thought Now I care more 'Cause no one out here's got it figured out, therefore I've lost all hope of a happy ending, depending On whether or not it's worth it So insecure No one's perfect But still, I seek the surface Painting masks like it's a circus No one's earnest Even Earn The curtains down We lost our purpose I speak about feeling's, wordless As a disservice up for purchase And once you hear that sound, no one's round Honesty's a disturbance Cold, like the dead moon Cold, like the dead moon I'll see you soon I'll see you soon Cold, like the dead moon Cold, like the dead moon I'll see you soon I'll see you soon