Despite my pride,Against myselfCommited crime -I stopped to rhymeI'm done with right,and done with leftBecause, well, Ijust want to die...

Aliens in my laundryPredators in my closetEverything became sordidI am wasteful and morbidI don't want anythingI think world is a lieIn my head there is stylos andit has run out of timespinning round my lifebrin...