Museum of Past Affections

I stare out the window

Everything is so bleak

Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds

I shall repress it all

Sterile, distant buildings,

A thousand endless fucking streets,

Roads to the last unwilling breath

Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds

I shall repress it all

Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds

I shall repress it all

Memories and melancholy

Despair and depression

The endless hall of omission

Fuck this, I don't care

Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds

I shall repress it all

Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds

I shall repress it all