Profane (Extended)

The perfect enabler
Is when something finally goes right in one's life
Objects that are pleasing to the eye, made of plastic or inhalable
I imagine melodic peace

This same old melody stagnating in my head
And it makes me fucking sick
Makes me wish that I was dead
I fill the cracks with anything that I can find
I got wax and sugar dripping from my mouth and from my eyes

Went through the effort, I laced it with profanities
Wasn't enough to keep it from the nursery
I felt so drunk and high, sitting there uncannily
And I felt sick as I let everything wash over me

Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da

These pretty packages all lined up by my bed
Make me feel less fucking bad
Make me feel alive again
I fill the cracks with anything that I can find
I got bits of plastic stuck between my teeth and in my eyes

Went through the effort, I laced it with profanities
Wasn't enough to keep it from the nursery
I felt so drunk and high, sitting there uncannily
As I felt death and dangers washing over me

Da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da