Echoes, in silence of echoes
The memory of youth fades
Synthesising heartbreak
I masturbate through the pain
Dying like a song
As high as the stars
I was a rose of desire, cursed
With jealousy, each time I get drunk
I\'m at a loss for words, pissing for days
I\'m depressed, sucking molasses
In my Blue Period
Throwing myself off of buildings
I get drunk on radical poetry
Dying like a song
As high as the stars.