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Mountain City yellows they're not on the grounds they're in the wall This loneliness is so distracting i'm barely missing you at all Will i survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? no I can feel the sabers now in my illusionary casket Now your charming little virus is getting all your attention As i drag my chair up to the window to absorb some solar lashings It's your saint's name day tomorrow but last year's paper wasps they are not living Anymore Why should i be scorned like some catalyst for famines when it's me who's been Exiled in apartments? Oh must i always be chaos arpeggiating? Mountain City yellows i see them glitching through the floor The minotaur of self abuse can't pick himself up anymore Your last violent freak out was a eulogy to us I was truly touched that you still cared enough to throw psychotic fits And now i'm sparring with the no one, the void, the vacuum of conscience As i mine the rust of my celebrity with snarls and mock laughter I have the sense that you're wanting me to chase you But what's the point? we can't be together without starting a row From Letras Mania