Holy Cat Mother

Open up right now.
The mirage is boiling just over me.
I’m flustered by this holy emblem of dying.

Thought to move out of this feeling,
The noise inside me is too harsh.
Can’t stand this trial.
The force of addiction is tearing my guts out of my belly.

Thought to move out of this errand.
My claim for freedom has won the prize.
I’m biting my tongue.
The force of addiction is tearing my guts out of my belly.

I’m bleeding now,
Hanging by my neck,
The force is deep,
The link’s too far.

Eyes closed over thousands of howling minds,
This point is just reaching me.

I deny this feedback.
I deny this feedback now.
I deny this feedback.
I deny this feedback, pregnant piles.