Your silver skin

That crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring

Returns me to the deathwish



And all my epiphonies

That branded me and broke my knees

Confirms me into the deathwish



Misfits for free

A gravity pure expression tears and

Pulls them into the deathwish.



And all our accessories

That concentrate the pain and tease

Embrace them, with the deathwish



Are we pretending?

Are we pretending?

Are we pretending?

I like pretending



Are we machines

Obsolete, alone

With symbiotic self indulgence

And if we dig deep

The circuitry burnt out, bends

Into neurotic repetition.



But your silver skin soothes my aching curses

and reminds me

That you're worth it.



The whole world's insanities

The bleeding hearts and tragedies

Won't distract me from the deathwish



Are we pretending?

Are we pretending?

Are we pretending?

I like pretending



Are we pretending?

Are we pretending?

Are we pretending?

'cos I like pretending