Less Art – Mood 7 Mind Destroyer: Guilt lyrics

This is not a tragic romance
It’s a guilty conscience
And I am a broken man
The kind of person who hurts no one
With a heart like a stowaway
On a ship without direction

My eyes see only black and white
These bones are weak and feverish
Bedridden but I never sleep
I’m abandoned property

And why is this the way it is?
Why is this the way I live?
I can’t stand who anyone is
But what have I become?

I am a broken man
The kind of person that hurts no one
With a heart like a stowaway
On a ship without direction

My eyes are the vacant type
Each night alone is another fight
Throwing phones and slamming doors
I’ve never felt comfortable

So I pick at my face til the skin starts to break
But that doesn’t help at all
Body aches that burn the flesh
Itch at the skin like exit wounds
That come from poison arrows
I have a mind, but it’s not useful
And this is not a tragic romance
It’s a guilty conscience
(I fucking deserve this)

I’ll never marry or settle down
I’m a quiet room in an empty house
I always play dumb and never show affection
I want to be wanted but from a distance
My demons have gone hungry
While I slowly starve
If the body barely functions
Let it destroy itself