i can't see my own hands, i'm bleeding from all glands. why wont you take my shit? i cut it, i liked it! (it's on a) meat hook.
Track Name: Glitter (o)
smear it in the face of your lesser-thans, they're just a bore. deflate that ego, poor boy. you're not one to be so coy. it won't repeat, it won't repeat, it won't repeat, it won't repeat. (they) go out once and reach their peak. they'll never get what they seek / bummed cigs, private tuition. don't got no intuition. it won't repeat, it won't repeat, it won't repeat, it won't repeat. glitter burning on my sides. burns the skin right off our hides.
Track Name: Cool Trick (c)
"why is it that you can stare into the sun but you can't stick your head in a bucket of water and breathe in deep?" - tim beeler
Track Name: Object Permanence (k)
i cannot touch what i cannot see. nothing exists between us three. i guess i'll leave now; i've nothing left to reconcile. i never loved you. i can only touch my own gaze. i burned my fingers on the hot glaze. my eyes are melting in my soft skull. i never knew you were quite this dull.