Fuck!



Then fall it's you why bend and mend for fruits that won't come undone?

Scathed and unsung!

Because you can abort the bliss cemented with its hands

I've said it once or twice but the follow through

Ain't as savoury for some

I'm severing the tie - the seems I've sown are coming undone

Cold turkey. I'm severing the tie that has severed me so dismal

I have shedded but it keeps on growing back

I've said it once or twice perhaps

with or not enough conviction

I've shedded but it keeps on growing back

It's the sentiment of my entwined regrets

That has left me spent and alone

If I don't get through this if I don't clever it

I fear I might progress

But will it fill me up or seat me up?

I'm considering monk discipline but when?

I'm going monk discipline!

Progression. Sterile this mind I can shape it but it

leaks temptation so vile

This progression carve out of the child and then

replace with the tools that will slum you servile

This monk discipline is in stone

To break my back again

I fold and figure it's wrong

What I am lacking in

Comes down to monk discipline

I can't be more than this I can't be taunt