The Wall That Slips
The Wall That Slips
No, nobody knows.
What trouble I’m in.
No, nobody cares.
I’m rotten with sin.
Hang your head.
Know you’re dead.
Because they all laugh.
Looking at you.
Smiling at something.
That isn’t true.
Cry, because that’s all we can do.
Die, because it’s all that’s true.
Hold your head, I know it so.
Heavy breathing, please don’t go.
Rot.
Rot.
Rot some more.
Because I’m comfortable.
On the floor.
Sobbing at night.
Smiling by day.
The heart is craving.
Some other way.
It sounds cliché.
It sounds risk-ay.
But I want to be alone.
I want to see nothing.
But bone.
Bone.
BONE.
No, nobody knows.
What trouble I’m in.
No, nobody cares.
I’m rotten with sin.
Hang your head.
Know you’re dead.
Because they all laugh.
Looking at you.
Smiling at something.
That isn’t true.
Cry, because that’s all we can do.
Die, because it’s all that’s true.
Hold your head, I know it so.
Heavy breathing, please don’t go.
Rot.
Rot.
Rot some more.
Because I’m comfortable.
On the floor.
Sobbing at night.
Smiling by day.
The heart is craving.
Some other way.
It sounds cliché.
It sounds risk-ay.
But I want to be alone.
I want to see nothing.
But bone.
Bone.
BONE.