Lyrics

Society judges through a black and white prism Leads me to cynical pessimism The best way I see living is by giving up hope I see the world through a rose-colored microscope I see patterns no one else can see, in SwItZerlANd I see reverse Nazis I'm an opposite, I'm a negative reel, I don't understand how other people feel Cracks in the sidewalk gimme a feeling like when I count tiles on my past checkered ceiling The only time I ever fit in, is when I wear a second skin Is there a lobe missing in my brain because I don't feel the difference between pleasure and pain Why waste a night laying naked together when we could be confined in latex or black leather? I love to kiss right before I'm gagged, I like the challenge of breathing inside a plastic bag I have a way to make believe make believe makes me real I'm so lucky that I feel things so few others feel I just have to feel new ways to keep my mind from reeling That's why I like to hang on meat hooks from the ceiling The only way I can turn off my brain is through exquisite pain
Writer(s): Michael John Burkett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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