I'm insecure

My lighter helps me dream

I can't alone anymore

A post-synthetic whore

A place to bathe in warmth with a temporary rapport

A rapport



I need more

I need more while I starve and implore

It's an awful war

A war between the lore and my will to explore

To explore



I am joliet

So the ants

Go the way we ask

The only way in

While you rest your head

I'll be working

I want to let you in



I savor the vast sillhouette before me

No longer a massive regret echoing

My mind is increasingly gratified

In infinite peace I reside