death cult
Zack Schwartz, Corey Wichlin
Joanie went off campus, thought she found an actor
Said she’s coming back but never did
Pain behind the temples, party served up absinthe
No one ever comes back, they stick
Growing like a weed in the garden
Stupid kid couldn’t finish what he started
Floated through the scene in a bad dream
Fleeting acts in a stack, discarded
Asphalt sets the skin graft, locks on every window
I step in the material world
Seasons never change here, prospects look the same here
I just want the-
Once I had a bad fall, said “come up and visit”
No one left her out of their sights
So I filled my pockets with what they couldn’t finish
Had a sip and asked for a light