Solute Contact

You can despise me all you want I'll just stay alone I'll begin this way of being on my own And so it's all premeditated under replicated Over-dedicated and over thought I wouldn't be so cynical if I had a way to get out of myself of myself Here we go And overall all is lost and overall all is lost Be careful with the bandsaw, the bandsaw rips the arm and hand The bandsaw chews the flesh and blood, alas the gauze not for the faint It's so merited how harsh you see me But roll the glass and you'll just see I'm just another side of you My mind has gone inside its tongue I've got myself an iron lung You've got yourself a judging eye We've got ourselves a stale remorse