Naukie stay silent, can’t contribute conversation.

Oh this white
That numbs my lips. 
She take me down
Like a sunken ship.

Like the lucid dreams that always return. 
I can’t wake up
Until I escape the institutions that burn. 
My mind into empty guilty purity. 
It’s the past brainwash
That keeps on hurting me.

Hurting me, I’ve accepted the truth 
That I’ve overcome, but forever mentally skewed. 
I’m the dark dark that keep you vile when you struttin’. 
Evil power sure does keep me onto somethin’.

But the fucked up beautiful skin that I’m with
Allows me to remember the veracity within.

It’s okay that we love blood and shock value. 
If they uncomfortable,
Then you right with what you do.

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