Medication

Choke on the needle
Drown in the blood
Thickening steeple
Pray to the mud

Blow out the wedding
Cough out the cake
Rocks on the knuckles
One more mistake

Cut through the venules
Tear off the tape
Piss out the sadness
Run from the rape

I figured you'd call me
Your head in a cast
I wanted to love you
You're stuck in the past

I saw you perverted
Your life was a lie
I wanted to help you
You wanted to die

- Josh

Another Morbid Tale of Failure

Your face is melting
I can literally see your skull
I used to really like you
But now you can go to hell
Your fingers are breaking
The bones are slipping out
I used to think you were pretty
But now I'm beginning to doubt

You think that princesses
Rule from thrones of gold
With diamond rings and bracelets
And an heart so icy cold
You haven't been in power
You've just lusted after fame
Possessed by evil demons
Both they and you the same

Your feet are pierced by nails
You hang upon a cross
Your hair drags through the mud
Your eyes gush tears of loss
Is this really what you wanted
To fall right from the top
To waste your skills on paupers
And live to get fucked up?

I used to really like you
Fuck.

– Josh

This Is Life

It Doesn't Matter If You Don’t (Life)

Our Broken Rhythm

I made a compromise when I first said “hello” to you

It took a while for me to process what that was

You made a compromise when you found my name, too

It took us ages to realise we were broken

I made a compromise by allowing you to be my friend

It was a hard thing for me - letting you in

You made a compromise giving me your heart to lend

It was a struggle for us every moment

We didn't listen to each other for a while

It was a stupid thing for me to do

We had a hard time coming back together

I guess there wasn't any rhythm

But I'm trying my best to show you I care

If you'll open up I’ll show you that it’s worth it

You are beautiful now so please don't disappear

My hands are always longing for your touch

I Wish, I Wish, I Wish...

I didn’t want you to dazzle me, honestly!

I mean, it’s not like I was out looking for heartbreak

I didn’t want you to smile too big or tell me you cared

It’s perfectly reasonable for me to want detachment

There’s not much to say about my artistic mind

or about how I get feelings so easily

It’s a pity, for sure, I’ll admit that

And it’s not like you helped at all by loving me when I wanted to die

So when I look at your bright eyes;

your white teeth;

your perfect skin;

your long hair:

dark, flowing, silky;

you, gorgeous in every way

I don’t want to be asking myself things like

“What did I do wrong?”

“How did I mess up?”

“Where did you go?”

In fact I’d rather I’d never felt nothing or anything however you put it

I’d rather I’d never met you or at least rather was blind

and on top of that I wish I was stupid

So I could never realise your brilliant worth

And could never love as a route to more hurt