You don't actually care. Love for you is no beginning. You're not really there. Hallucination. I thought you were listening. Hallucination. I thought you were listening. Hallucination. I understand you think you're above it. The adolescent sense of the sky. The feeling of billowing heartbeats. The fingertips run through your hair. They run through your hair. Hallucination. Hallucination. Oh you think you're so special. That there's no law meant for you. You come and go like the goddess you are. We're mere mortals below. Fingertips run through your hair. We are mere mortals below. Are meant to be peons. Are meant to be servants. Are meant to be dismissible objects. One fucks with. One fucks with. Poor pitiful creature. The winner in heartbreak. The winner in caring. The winner in every miniscule method of wearing. Your heart on your sleeve. A red star of idiocy. An idiot's idiocy. My my caring for you. Caring for you. Do you think we're a book. Some kind of a table. You can rest your feet on when you're able. Red star of idiocy. An idiot's idiocy. My caring for you. Poor pitiful creature. To notice the pining. The self deprivation. The self flagellation of you. Dear worshippers. We do like you regal. We do like you haughty. We do love to look upon your perfect body. The hair on your shoulders. The smell of your armpit. The taste of your vulva and everything on it. We all really love you. And you have no meaning. You don't even see us. You were never caring. You go do what you do. You do it for you. No one exists with you. You're way above caring. Leave a trail upon the wake. That no one ever tries to take. Because waiting for you. Thinking of you. Is another way of dying. Is another way of dying. I'm clawing your chest. 'Til your collarbone bleeds. Piercing your nipples 'til I bite them off. I scratch your face and bite your shoulders. Way above caring. Way above caring. And your Kotex jukebox. Your Kotex jukebox. I'm doomed I'm swearing. Waiting for you. In your high heels and nightie. Your leather dress squeaking. Latex now sweating waiting for you. In your tincture. Your opium white bathrobe. Your white tiles run red now. Are we both dead now?. The liquid exchange of our heart. The liquid exchange of our heart. Are we both dead now?. You're way above caring. Your heart on your sleeve. A red star of idiocy. An idiot's idiocy. My caring. My caring for you. My caring for you. You're way beyond caring. Your heart on your sleeve. A red star of idiocy. An idiot's idiocy. My caring for you. Oblivious to caring. Oblivious to caring. Oblivious to caring. Leave a trail upon the wake. That no one ever tries to take. Because waiting for you. Because thinking of you. Is another way of dying. You're way above caring. Oblivious to caring. Oblivious to caring. You poor pitiful creature. The mistake of feeling. The one who rejects you is the winner. It's true. The winner in heartbreak. The winner in caring. The winner in every miniscule method of wearing. Your heart on your sleeve. A red star of idiocy. An idiot's idiocy. Your heart on your fuckin' sleeve. My caring for you. We were meant to be peons. We're meant to be peons. Mere mortals below. Meant to be servants. Meant to be dismissible objects one fucks with. Oh oh oh you're so special. No law meant for you. You come and go like the goddess you are. The fingertips run through your hair. A billowing heart beats. Feeling. Feeling. What a glorious feeling. To be so rejected. So rejected. An idiot's idiocy. My caring for you. You think I'm a book or a table. You can rest your fuckin' feet on. When you're able. The taste of your vulva everything on it. The hair on your shoulders. The smell of your armpit. We do love you to look upon your perfect body. We love you regal. We love you haughty. Oblivious to caring. Oblivious to caring. Caring. Oh my dear. Oh my dear. Oh my dear. Oblivious to caring. Are we really dead now?. Are we both dead now?