corrupt misstree i wore a different color hat, once. i used to go around saving people, making their lives happy and shining and well. i still work my wiles on people... i lay hands upon them and feed them my infection, make them beg for it. i traded something away when i decided to become corrupted. and now i take it from everyone else. 010125 ... birdmad so now i know i'm not the only one 010125 ... misstree sometimes i feel like there's a stain on me. i'll never bound freely with the gazelles chirp merrily with the birds i will never cleanse the musk from my pelt and when i howl it is only the full-throated who answer 060616 ... the awful truth when asking oneself the key to enlightenment personal happiness or even just true despair one must be honest assessing the program as it may appear when times are spent smoking and drinking and fighting and fucking then who can i blame but myself and yourself and everyone we know for making me feel so ashamed? of all of these nights we spend in these fields watching these stars die in front of our eyes of all of the days we've wasted away at shit-jobs in these pisshole towns so when asking oneself the key to happiness you're a mess. so dont bother just turn yourself down a slap in the face that's all you need. just go to your job and come out tonight don't bother to ask any questions i steal from the stores and i can't be trusted and i just don't give a fuck and i'm corrupt 060616 what's it to you? who go blather from