an overwhelming understanding
of chaos brings you to your knees
impurities make me the way that I am
the dirt in my veins
the games on my thoughts
the stains on your face
they break it apart
 [bad word] pushing the envelope
life sets me off
Hate sets me off
gets me off
your face, it sets me off

I'm curled up inside myself so
I wont imagine the pictures
If I had prosthetic eyes I still
think that Id see the same
satisfy retribution inside
subsequent afternoons turning out seared
bothered by fallacies everyones scared
 [bad word] pushing the envelope
life sets me off
hate gets me off
gets me off
your face it sets me off [2x]

killing myself like a tool in wrong
disquieting changes in direction
just keep on pushing