Quiet Happy If You Were All Dead and Had the Planet To Myself

Within the middle of the falling mist Not the settle i'm the risk A single line the universe Trying to catch ever curse In the corner back is warped Guilty has left the court Take your pity with its stale perfume From the abyss i consume Gave my tears their final notice Black socks black holes a wrinkled calloused soul that smells of something sold The bird raised to heavens spent and in turn to hell's bent i tread the earth filled with the dusts of ages death No deities change my way Emotion kept at bay F**k you all really but have a nice day