accela lyrics
by fromjoy
The rhythm of premeditated harm
Blacking out before the damage is done
Finding comfort in disgust
I'm backwards, I'm f*cked
I'm here but my mind is gone
Too much is never enough
Push the threshold
Pleasure never fills up
Gluttony is a rumor
The need is real
The coping is redundant
But it helps me feel
Is that you, on the other side of the glass? (Of the glass)
Am I facing divinity, or apparitions of the past?
Melting away
The glass screen shines on my face
Everything I am
My eyes strain to recognize this reflection
So far from perfection
Self-indulgent perception
Infatuated with self (The noise of my thoughts start playing their song)
If I write the script, I will only eat my words (And dry heave on self sabotage)