These words will be the ashes of our minds.
And, so ...[1], and I know you well, yes[1], and, so ...[2], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[1], and I know you well, yes[2], and it's such a shame[1], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[2], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[1], and it's such a shame[2], and we pass with all the time, years of it![1], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[2], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[1], and we pass with all the time, years of it![2], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[1], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[2], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[1], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[2], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[1], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[2], and I look at you ... often[1], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[2], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually nothing[1], and I look at you ... often[2], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![1], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually not hing[2], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[1], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![2], and why do I care?[1], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[2], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[1], and why do I care?[2], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[1], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[2], and you have such beautiful evil in you[1], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[2], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[1], and you have such beautiful evil in you[2], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[1], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[2], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[1], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[2], and around my neck, yes![1], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[2], and my imagination, ha![1], and around my neck, yes![2], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![1], and my imagination, ha![2], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[1], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![2], and I hate to love you[1], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[2], and, so ...[3], and I hate to love you[2], and I know you well, yes[3], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[3], and it's such a shame[3], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[3], and we pass with all the time, years of it![3], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[3], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[3], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[3], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[3], and I look at you ... often[3], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually n o t h i n g[3], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![3], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[3], and why do I care?[3], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[3], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[3], and you have such beautiful evil in you[3], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[3], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[3], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[3], and around my neck, yes![3], and my imagination, ha![3], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![3], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[3], and I hate to love you[3], and
And, so ...[1], and I know you well, yes[1], and, so ...[2], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[1], and I know you well, yes[2], and it's such a shame[1], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[2], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[1], and it's such a shame[2], and we pass with all the time, years of it![1], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[2], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[1], and we pass with all the time, years of it![2], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[1], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[2], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[1], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[2], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[1], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[2], and I look at you ... often[1], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[2], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually nothing[1], and I look at you ... often[2], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![1], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually not hing[2], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[1], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![2], and why do I care?[1], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[2], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[1], and why do I care?[2], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[1], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[2], and you have such beautiful evil in you[1], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[2], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[1], and you have such beautiful evil in you[2], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[1], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[2], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[1], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[2], and around my neck, yes![1], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[2], and my imagination, ha![1], and around my neck, yes![2], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![1], and my imagination, ha![2], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[1], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![2], and I hate to love you[1], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[2], and, so ...[3], and I hate to love you[2], and I know you well, yes[3], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[3], and it's such a shame[3], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[3], and we pass with all the time, years of it![3], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[3], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[3], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[3], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[3], and I look at you ... often[3], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually n o t h i n g[3], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![3], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[3], and why do I care?[3], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[3], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[3], and you have such beautiful evil in you[3], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[3], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[3], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[3], and around my neck, yes![3], and my imagination, ha![3], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![3], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[3], and I hate to love you[3], and
And, so ...[1], and I know you well, yes[1], and, so ...[2], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[1], and I know you well, yes[2], and it's such a shame[1], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[2], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[1], and it's such a shame[2], and we pass with all the time, years of it![1], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[2], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[1], and we pass with all the time, years of it![2], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[1], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[2], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[1], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[2], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[1], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[2], and I look at you ... often[1], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[2], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually nothing[1], and I look at you ... often[2], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![1], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually not hing[2], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[1], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![2], and why do I care?[1], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[2], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[1], and why do I care?[2], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[1], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[2], and you have such beautiful evil in you[1], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[2], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[1], and you have such beautiful evil in you[2], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[1], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[2], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[1], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[2], and around my neck, yes![1], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[2], and my imagination, ha![1], and around my neck, yes![2], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![1], and my imagination, ha![2], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[1], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![2], and I hate to love you[1], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[2], and, so ...[3], and I hate to love you[2], and I know you well, yes[3], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[3], and it's such a shame[3], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[3], and we pass with all the time, years of it![3], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[3], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[3], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[3], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[3], and I look at you ... often[3], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually n o t h i n g[3], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![3], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[3], and why do I care?[3], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[3], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[3], and you have such beautiful evil in you[3], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[3], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[3], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[3], and around my neck, yes![3], and my imagination, ha![3], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![3], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[3], and I hate to love you[3], and
And, so ...[1], and I know you well, yes[1], and, so ...[2], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[1], and I know you well, yes[2], and it's such a shame[1], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[2], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[1], and it's such a shame[2], and we pass with all the time, years of it![1], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[2], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[1], and we pass with all the time, years of it![2], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[1], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[2], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[1], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[2], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[1], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[2], and I look at you ... often[1], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[2], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually nothing[1], and I look at you ... often[2], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![1], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually not hing[2], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[1], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![2], and why do I care?[1], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[2], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[1], and why do I care?[2], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[1], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[2], and you have such beautiful evil in you[1], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[2], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[1], and you have such beautiful evil in you[2], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[1], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[2], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[1], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[2], and around my neck, yes![1], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[2], and my imagination, ha![1], and around my neck, yes![2], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![1], and my imagination, ha![2], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[1], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![2], and I hate to love you[1], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[2], and, so ...[3], and I hate to love you[2], and I know you well, yes[3], and I know you well enough to know that you're not thinking of me ... you're thinking of worthless shit[3], and it's such a shame[3], and you, you, YOU(!) know me ... you're one of the few[3], and we pass with all the time, years of it![3], and, but, but, BUT(!) ... one day ... no one will know you knew me ... and no one will know I knew you[3], and I don't even know what you feel like ...[3], and you care about people who don't even know you exist ... and if they knew of you, they would only frown, or laugh[3], and I don't even know what you smell like ...[3], and I look at you ... often[3], and I fear that your eyes may be totally empty ... I mean, so full of the world's nonsense ... which is actually n o t h i n g[3], and, ha! ... it's all something to you, clearly, Christ![3], and I know, I know, I know ... you see what you want to see, but ... what do you actually know?[3], and why do I care?[3], and it's so funny, to you, I suppose[3], and I can't, I can't, I can't ... I know I can't keep going ... but I know I will ... because of you[3], and you have such beautiful evil in you[3], and it's your fault that things like this need to be written ... and I hope you're proud of yourself[3], and, but, I don't, no ... well, it's obvious, ain't it?[3], and I imagine my bare hands want to kill me for putting them to work on a conceptual that won't save anyone[3], and around my neck, yes![3], and my imagination, ha![3], and what a waste of energy this is! ... of life![3], and if you keep reading ... I'll be here for you, suffering for you[3], and I hate to love you[3], and
