I hate you for who you are.
I love you for what you think you are.
I see the hate in your eyes when you're running for your life.
I hate your faith,
and I hate this car,
I hate the Windows,
and I hate this noise.
One minute you're here and the next you're scunnering.
Admit it!
Admit it!
But I get more heinous,
or if who I am is hate itself.
I hate you for who you are.
I love you for what you think you are.
I see the hate in your eyes when you're running for your life.
Detesting at night,
you don't wanna be stuck indoors abhorring.
I know you think I'm lite.
Feeling neophyte...
When I'm with you, all I have is hifalutin thoughts.
But I've tried kowtowing before...
Hardcore!
I'm hectoring 'til dawn.
Don’t be afraid to try fomenting.
A marathon for you and me
I need a dadaist spleen,
got more internecine,
feeling obscene,
you must think I'm a manichaean,
exorbitant and lean...
But I've tried contriving before.
You feel more sore...parlour thoughts.
When times get galore,
I'm way too good at influencing.
I finally see the score.
Your words cut deeper than presentism.
And I'm dancing because you're more.
I hate you for who you are
I love you for what you think you are
I see the hate in your eyes when you're running for your life.
Come to the seaside,
we can stay up 'till 6:30.
Cactus flowers in every shirt I wear,
Brooklyn cats are on the way,
past tense,
as if they’re trying to sleep.
High as a fallen tree,
so high...
Carpets to the ground,
like they're trying to hide.
You wanna jump off,
but you're trying not to cry.
Hanging by a thread,
looking up,
tears remind you of the Antichrist,
and all my fears feel like a relief.
Sky falls.
The distance between us makes us both believe.
What you like?
I look into your eyes,
say my name,
flash your blessings.
From wherever I am,
praying to the stars
I'll be home by morning.
And you'll wake up feeling eagles,
buck naked,
sexy asses,
two legs up,
trying not to stop.
Shooting bullets in your heart,
wishing that blackholes would stop radiating.
You try to move but you can't,
boy you're doing so much to your health...
You don't understand that I've been so sick to death with it.
What did I do to deserve this?
All I've got left to taste is more sour waste,
and you and your sorry-ass just won't get it.
credits
from IT'S HAPPENING,
released December 7, 2022
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