can t survive another come down day when the spirit houses so much pain so much bitterness so much bitterness i need to teach myself to feel again somehow i lost the thread of being human rotted in this bitterness too much bitterness i m so confused what is the function of this ego sickness uselessly beleaguered by self hatred whisperings i can t deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer slipping on my own vomit while i tried to call you from a bathroom in sao paulo but i was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthly language so much bitterness too much bitterness other people can say there is a true belief system but all my life i ve been betrayed by my mother s religion so much bitterness too much bitterness i m so destroyed what is the purpose of this ego sickness uselessly besieged by self aversion whisperings man i can t deal with mourning at the carcass of my failures any longer any longer can t seem to get the saddle on the spoils of this morbid fugue my mantras of subhuman nature just a baleful ululation the ink s dripping all over me the only regret i have is caring are we posing are we props riding the anger till it stops father will we starve today father will we starve father will we starve today father will we starve no my child there are wild women here and a crafty fish am i no my child there are wild women here and a fleshy catch am i will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the meadow will our quarters be the sunken earth deep beneath the ground no my child you lay your head upon a monstrous felony no my child you ll rest your head upon a gross misdeed father will i cry again crossed the earth to fight father will i cry again a victim of abuse no my child don t be the world needs more distinction for awful retribution is the singular delight it s hard to sympathize with those that won t fight for themselves i can t hold both our faces off the flames much longer the child of our struggle is free i ve fallen out of love with the prisoner what s to save us 