Final Form

What is that incessant humming Coming from your manga maw? Oh, you breathe twin towers Oh, you gave your powers up

And I can't teach you how to stop it And you can't make me understand Break the withered habit Oh, I need your rabid smile Your home (with the family wife and child and wife and) Your head (days in the cemetery come, the calm, the calm, the) Take form (as your figure becomes the stone, the stone, your) Your first body, last body I wish the summer was over us in bursts We're in the middle of nothing we can hold And the sewers erupting life in gold I'm gonna happen and happen until my whole gave up the ghost I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more So lean me up and take a picture I can't move my legs and arms It's too much information, too much to be thinking of And each of us have separate houses And each of us have separate souls And some of us do nothing Some, some of us do nothing more Your home (sleep as your figure becomes the stone, the stone, the) Your head (time with the family, sleep the wheel, the tomb, the) Take form (dance with the atrophy cold, and warm, and warm, your) Your first body, last body I wish the cesspit would open like a bible I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal And I've never been able to divide us I'm gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal I'm gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstasy While I can slumber, rest, move so slowly

It's creeping across his chest, like some cold weed He's not as afraid as me, like some dancer

My home My head Take form I wish the cesspit would open like a bible I wish the rotten would blossom with the tidal And I've never been able to divide us I'm gonna wrestle and wrangle until my legs become unreal I'm gonna stumble and scramble my way to lactic ecstasy I wish the summer was over us in bursts We're in the middle of nothing we can hold And the sewers erupting life in gold I'm gonna happen and happen until my whole give up the ghost I'm gonna renew my sinew until my cells divide no more

Stood in a mirror

It's hard

(My lifestyle determines my death style, amen)