Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal
Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without running lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime
I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime.

• 4st 7lb
• Archives of Pain
• Die in The Summertime
• Faster
• Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayitsworldwouldfallapart
• Mausoleum
• Of Walking Abortion
• P. C. P.
• Revol
• She is Suffering
• The Intense Humming of Evil
• This is Yesterday
• Yes