Take the scissors and stab your eyes
cover my face with whale vomit to look pretty
tell your mother that I'm still a miracle
even if you can't really see at all
self-mutilation fills me up like a gas tank
it soothes the soul when your mind is blank
and if darkness is the only thing that's around you
well at least at night when you walk across the vacant halls
marching shadows will be there to catch you if you fall
Q & A's all over the classroom but there's no one here except for the walls
a green scratched chalkboard is being filled with dreamy literature
then I wake up an aged man who dies
in his exquisite slumber undisturbed
leaving nothing but a trail of fainting sighs behind
