It feels so wrong
to be happy when the worlds
falling apart
around you

all my friends want to die
(Lets have a mass suicide
on the White House lawn)
Victims of Violence
(abused and misused)

All of us writing Fuck Up
across our wrists so
we can't ever forget what we are

My Whore of a Heart
sleeping with another man
(some one rip it out so I don't
ever have to feel so (good) bad again)
The Apocalypse
closing in, and all we want
is death
(but all I really want is love)

With everyone who cares
standing in the way

Claustrophobic causalities
of love
brought to our knees
Cause we've fucked up again