Therapy in the woods of my consciousness. Because you don want it, the breath of feel to know I am your life. Squirrel in the bathroom. Relapse is my dream. Help, oh let me change. The shy moment of pleasure, nowhere on my way. Land in mellow to know I am alive. Loathing demons around the temple. Pre-existing thoughts. Plan my death, exist in the hangover pain. Bleach my hair, jealous of my pain, jealous of my breath, jealous of my... Mind.
Underlying thoughts of existence is my brain, the undeniable feeling of pain. Parasitic thoughts to be, the only way to everything. Of what have you been to mean anything to my life? I don't want to bring it on. Lie and shriek, feel the suffer. Through the feeling deeper in the sound I brought your hindrance. Feeling the balls.
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