ㅤ𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 ㅤ⏾ .

a weapon ? a monster ?
a child

i was just a boy , you see
i plead of thee , have sympathy for me

and after all this time that you still owe , you're still a good - for - nothing , i don't know

tales from another broken home

as you open up my ribs
the blood flows out like a river
you strip my bones away
as you indulge in my liver

your heart ?
of all the human anatomy , that is the organ furthest from your understanding

all those things you've been ready to die for , i thought for a moment you'd finally found something worth living for

i had determined that the memory of my evils should die with me

i saw the birth of the universe
and i watched as time ran out
moment by moment , until nothing remained

a daydream spills from my corked head
breaks free of my wooden neck
left a nod over sleeping waves

every ounce of madness and destruction , the very conflagration that devoured everything
it all came from you . you are the monster

a light to burn all the empires , so bright the sun is ashamed to rise and be

well , i'm a total wreck and almost every day
like the firing squad or the mess you made

through playful lips made of yarn
that fragile capricorn
unraveled words like moths upon old scarves

children born of one emotion
our devotion's deepest ocean

when the world gets too heavy
put it on my back
i'll be your levy

i made a wreck of my hand , i put it through the wall

what is a star ? can you touch it ? can you eat it ?
can you kill it ?

i will make you bleed . i will make you humble

give a good man an army , and he'll never run out of people to kill

they say the devil that you know
is better than the devil that you don't

the whales start to beach themselves , tortoise shells tear away from their spines

can't we save just one ?

i do not mind if all i am is just a friend to you
all i want to know right now is if you think about me too

i can't imagine you without a voice

carry me from these walls , brother of mine
show me the world outside

sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest

no one ever died for my sins in hell

what did i ever do so wrong , that you should cast me from grace ?

every ounce of madness and destruction , the very conflagration that devoured everything
it all came from you . you are the monster