Life runs like blood
Filtering through consciousness
Pouring out the mouth
Ultimately dissolving my vinyl woman
Why am I here?
Dank, alone, rotting

Unclean

You say you can explain
Make my world better always
You know me so well
Make my world better
My walls are coarse, more jagged
Air is thick and clawing
Sweat upon my brow
My eyes running tears
Angels of my past are gone now
Sliding out of reach

Unclean

Make my world better
Gnash at the thick emotion
Pierce the emptiness
Dare to touch my world
My heart is suffocated
A scar, a weeded path discarded
You said you'd make it better
You are killing me the way the surface is
So shall the soul become the machine of despair?
Creating a cancerous growth
Red, wet hair sticking out the messy pile life
Running like blood
Filtering through consciousness
Deeper, deeper through the throat
Pouring out the mouth always
She comes to drink it up

Unclean

My world is so unclean
I don't think I'll make it out alive
Tangled in the past
Stripped naked, out of touch
A broken man you have left me
I bridge the bitterness
Laboring, I give it to you
Black webbed, a heavy weight
Take it
Drink your poison
Eat your words
Swallow my world
Take my black, black heart