A Great Nuclear Evil Lyrics

2:43am

My letters & journal are rifled through

& somehow I know it is by your hand.

I call a useless detective

To find evidence of you.

You show up

& proof is still inconclusive.

We are in the loft of my new house,

But not exactly it,

& for this I will thank my subconscious.

The useless man is still searching

& you wrap arms around me.

For one second my ribs unfurl,

Their wings buzz.

I break you off,

Tell you I'm rid of you.

You Say

"You'll never be done with me."

2:45am

I wake up.

A girl slides into my dms offering

"sweet gifs or the blood of your enemies."

I consider the blood of my enemies.

Won't speak you or write you by hand.

When I mouth you the air becomes poison.

I'm helpless.

I'm speaking of the triangular bayonet,

A weapon designed to leave a hole in the shape of a triangle;

A wound the body doesn't know how to heal.