Impersonating Someone You Used To Be

 I am glad that you hope that I don’t get a horrifying disease.

There is always the hum, and it is always trying to bruise you.
Its warmth, its peaceful rumble, they don't matter.

You’re gonna hurt.
A lot, actually.

I’ll show that motherfucker who’s King of This Basement.
Yeah, I’ll show you, motherfucker.

We don’t have to be here, but we are.
We don’t have to love ourselves, and we don’t.

I’m essentially doing everything I can to keep from becoming essential.

There’s not a single story in my heart that I haven’t shit all over.