Even God Gives up
at some point
there no ministry in hell
that I've heard of




nothingness
doesn't exist
for existence
doesn't anything




Bend your knees and your neck
so that you could fit in
push your head and your heels
for the little box is shrinkin'




feel the surface with the fingertips
it burns like warm plastic
and hurts as you erase the fingerprints
of nakedness in this acid




existence
does nothing
anything doesn't
exist




the stall was of glass
and you're naked
scrotum is displayed
and you hate it




as the zoo as the cage
and your namely
special and you change
you adjust to enjoy it




inked skin is masturbation
my existence is rifle
I'm not like you tryin'
to be a statue like this is me




these people can't be for real
the ideal is to be seen
stop put yourself at display
you are not a fucking scene