Brutalism as an Act of Self-Love (bottom surgery Remix) ft. Skeleton Meat Phantasy Library Lyrics

I'm packaging up my bags

I'm going on a chart where no one can find me

I don't care anymore this is by my own design we

Don't have anything to say anymore

Don't try and stop me

I want to go

This is my own choice, i think

I don't know what to say to anyone or anything

No one can help me

I'm searching for the brutalistic city

I want to find myself, i want to find anything

I just want to feel, i just want to stop numbing

Empty brutalist city

Crumbles beneath my feet

This endless wandering

Is strangely comforting

To be astray in this ghost machine

I see it in my dreams

Don't need camaraderie

No one to guide my hands or feet

It's all been done before

I need to venture into sterile worlds

I'm never coming back again

I need to shake the shadow men

I'm scared of myself and of love

I'll pray to spirits, circling doves

Please take the pain, reintroduce

A life of peace, without abuse

No. it never gets better

No matter what i try

I always suffer

But they'll find you

The sempiternal

Sentinels of doom

Reach out to seize you

Twitching static consumes

The acropolis

Feeds off you

This is why

We always try to run away from what we're feeling

No regard for the others that we may be hurting