- Over Bored

Treelight fetish. There's a looker,
I could smoke her dry then throw her aside.
Scrap love to let pain fill the void - such a stronger high.
Revenge toward the world is seeking a smaller target.
And I tighten the knot that binds my hands
For fear of what they might do if they're set loose.
The sheep all have swords tonight,
The wolves will die in their sleep.
Halo twisting around these horns.
The memory of purple.
Sirens swallow me whole.
Blackouts from leeches that the king blames on me
For playing hooky on my psycho therapist.
Speed into a brick wall just for a moment of excitement.
Over bored.
Sorry if I disappointed you.