Stomach acid's leaking from my face
My conscious self is not the one who controls me
As if I dilate to adapt to my home
Fail to contradict myself when I'm alone
Speaking of selfishness
Is it alright if I drench
In your blood on my couch?
Leaving your weaknesses
In the cage in which
I hide your tomb
Helen Keller's got better luck with romance
Astronauts ask me where I grow plants
Can you see Corruption... Truly?
Penalize me so I can live my life