we'd be no longer bound to unbounded joy
isn't that enough of a reason
it would be the last time we'd do something ordinary
you and I could be all the power we could ever need

is there anyone in particular
that you never want to have to be again
so who are we wired for
and what are we tired for

if you think that the saddest thing
is that there are still people out there who are trying
to make the world a more beautiful place
then you should have seen the world before

a token of my aberration
a sign for the master race
are you really this illusioned
we feed on light

though sometimes I believe in dark things
with too many teeth to fit their mouths
sometimes I find something erotic about blood
and the highest times were when I found I could not breathe

but no dawn is completely symmetrical
help me find a saner crazy
what if the only reason for our armor
is so that we don't have to touch all the things we crush

we never met a cult we don't belong to
but people change only when people change them
forbidden knowledge tastes like a challenge to me
we're courting the ghost of who we ought to be

we feed on the thin trail of drool that hangs
from the corner of each other's mouths
we're growing side by side in charming bliss
until we escape his strangled garden

here we feed on the sweat of a thousand lonely toils
we feed on the collective coma of the world
if I approached you a bit too gentle gently
it's because I had hoped to feed on your smile too

and it's even better when you can see our faces
so I want to keep the glowing eyes
there are worse things to worship
there are much worse things to believe in

the first rule is do not die if you don't want to die
the second rule is always want to live
and so we're slogging through the anthropic blues again
do I only love because else I would not get born

they open fire on every kind of horror
and so the spark the spark I find
I find it damning art the scent of pointless paradise
if we hold hands over the shrine

we yearn for a return to form
we're sick of love on a leash
we wait for the savior to be born
and for an existence as yet unreached

we hate your way of thinking
we hate your way of life
I hate your monopoly on what's supposed to be
I strip the gear that's controlling me

we feed on light
while there is still hope inside
we are the gender engine
swallowing Edenelation

have you noticed that we're not fully realized
but light you can never take away
we feed on anything that's warmer than its surroundings
we're still mindreading those we have yet to meet

we recast dependence as devotion
fucking as emotion
we define ourselves as better than we were
and abolish plagues like the past

I saw something untoward outside my window
and there are eyes beneath your skin
we redo our lives as author insertion
and sing of the siren or else of the beast

and we feed on the growing storms
as we feed into them
the thunder lulls us both to sleep
until it's time to lead again

one human life is long enough
to bend all normals to our will
and we are all made of only steam
bound up with our short-circuited plans

and we feed upon distress
we feed on self-contempt
we feed on the weary self-image
of a world that knows it needs our help

is it the illusion of change I'm susceptible to
do you remember when we were half of us
this is me missing it already
this is how to feed on a friendly voice

each birth a victimless crime
or it can be if you try
everyone loves experiments in privacy
but no one likes when instinct becomes impractical

I can live with my psychoses
if it turns out that they all have a name
if someone can describe them to me perfectly
no one else ever really stood a chance

so cut out my mammal brain
connect me directly to the sun
all you can build from words is other words
but from light you can make anyone

if I were more attuned to the system
I would listen to pure white noise
and still be able to clearly hear
the soul inside the sound

other people know what I like better than any god
because other people are closer to it than any god can ever be
you with all your power can never know the whole truth
and god turns a blind eye as we realize he is one of us

all that's left is the chord progression
and the sounds I love burning alive
all that's left is a few stray notes
your heart's emptied by the time we arrive

so get me off this train
why didn't we try harder when we could
why can't we just accept the simple fact
that healing never felt this good

you had me at awful clouds that rain
poison on prison cities below
we feed them what they think they want
and we'll take them before they know

we no longer have to deal with creatures
who only masturbate with knives
we're no longer stuck with them being
any more irrational than us

when asked if I want to live like this I asked why shouldn't I
why should I feed on anything but light
how else will we survive as we strive
toward that moment that is this trans-sapience

I'm allowed to be as shallow as I find I tend to be
why must you attach a meaning to the future
to give yourself something to look forward to
isn't it enough that soon now will be then

what can happen when I care
will we feed on light
but these are hard psychic times
we could use a seer

a martyr bathed in stars came down
and said here's how you look at yourself
it hurt at first but I'm glad I did
for now we feed on light

life is a transient memoir
and death is a fleeting memory
and these are sick trying times
we sure need a healer