"Sirens Of Your Toxic Spirit"

What I recall
Remembered past is insanity
And the clatter

Misapprehensions of
Killing you but not
Fast enough to really matter

The flume of your [bad word] Is flooded with sorrow and
Poisons everybody near it
I'm not a patron of yours anymore
Don't want to hear it
The sirens are your toxic spirit

Of your addictions and shiftingness
Inherited from your father
I know you [bad word] to keep them in check
But at this point why even bother

The flume of your [bad word] Is flooded with sorrow and
I'm not a patron of yours anymore
Don't want to hear it
The sirens are your toxic spirit

Well, friendships you have left
Do not derive from love
They're just a work form of charity
I've wounded you and you've wounded you too
At least we can feel good about the parities

The flume of your [bad word] Is flooded with sorrow and
I'm not a patron of yours anymore
Don't want to hear it
The sirens are your toxic spirit