chaos arpeggiating

Mountain City yellows they're not on the grounds they're in the wall
 This loneliness is so distracting i'm barely missing you at all
 Will i survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? no
 I can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket
 Now your charming little virus is getting all your attention
 As i drag my chair up to the window to absorb some solar lashings
 It's your saint's name day tomorrow but last year's paper wasps they are not living
 Anymore
 Why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it's me who's been
 Exiled in apartments?
 Oh must i always be chaos arpeggiating?
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 Mountain City yellows i see them glitching through the floor
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 The minotaur of self abuse can't pick himself up anymore
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 Your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us
 I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits
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 And now i'm sparring with the no one, the void, the vacuum of conscience
 As i mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter
 I have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you
 But what's the point?
 We can't be together without starting a row