Leads me to cynical pessimism
The be st way I see living
I see the world through a rose-
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
That's why I like to hang on meat
The only way I can turn off my
brain is through exquisite pain