DCLXVI from DUSK BUSES by Izzie Drizzle
Tracklist
| 6. | DCLXVI | 2:08 |
Lyrics
All my boogeymen are people who have left me in the ground to rot
Every single one, I’m still waiting for the count to stop
Try to tough it out but I can’t help but frown and sob
I’m weakened every weekend that I spend inside to drown and crop
Photographs and diet down to me and bare essentials
Dysmorphic bitter snake consuming sentimentals
Sick of seeing these sad eyes in the mirror
Deep brown, dark pools, bad times never glimmer
Does she know that I’m dead?
I’m having difficulty finding safety in my own head
Spin out of control like a signpost at the zone end
I’m a drunken scribble on a napkin
In the drizzle never laughing
Wriggling and thrashing
Out the silicone I’m cast in
Stomach concave, eyes sunk, buried under hills
Never let the light hit me like I’m Chuck McGill
Death is just chicanery
Every doctor that I’ve seen confidently failing me
I died six years ago, ain’t felt alive since
I am undead skin to be mesmerised with
I’m deaf til I sing
The hole in my chest festering still
Isolation is the best mess for the fill
Sequestering unravelling inside a thousand bones
Uncanny valley leaking stalking through my house and home
Both of my eyeballs glazed with tempered glass
“What did i die for” brazed upon my epitaph
Step and dance across the palisades of life and death
Happiness for me is just a fallacy that never ends
My limbs are never quick enough to parry an attack
So I live with a tombstone that I carry on my back
Wearing dirt like it’s 1346
Accessorise with necklaces of dirty forks and sticks
Coffin wooden walls velvet lining is my mainstay
Six feet underground in my grave is my safe space
