The dread of it all

And I wouldn‘t mind

All the moments behind me

But it‘s just the dread of it all

And I know I could blame

All the drugs and the shame

But I know, when I rise, then I‘ll fall

And even when happy

I‘ll know how to sap me

And turn my joys into guilt

From primal aggression,

to manic depression,

I always destroy what I‘ve built

My manic obsessions

The friends and collections

I curate, and purify, then leave

I‘ve killed off my idols

These silly recitals

Are everything I still believe