There is terror in every detail
Suffering followed me outside
OCD let it go, watch sparks fly
Shame no longer fishes out of its depth
I feel beheaded every 5–2–2–5
Alive only when my sun shines
Always wanting more of U
But he is in bed with a fever
Wish I were an airhead when IT cums
To be present in my fear
Move and IT finds me
Still the chills as if the geese died
Smite the stupid as in the movies
Don’t let my son suffer as I do
Been chasing the cross…