I was listening to "In Love And Death", and there is this track entitled, "I'm A Fake." In the intro of the song there's this part (below) that is spoken. It's very emo. I thought it was artistic, yet comical in the same note. I can really feel it.
Small, simple, safe priceRise the wake and carry me with all of my regretsThis is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and healsAnd I am not afraid to dieI'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.I want the pain of paymentWhat's left, but a section of pygmy size cutsMuch like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucksWould you be my little cut?Would you be my thousand fucks?And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquidTo fill, and spill over, and under my thoughtsMy sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutterI'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heartLove is not like anythingEspecially a fucking knifeLook at me, you can tellBy the way I move and do my hairDo you think that it's me or it's not me?I don't even careI'm aliveI don't smellI'm the cleanest I have ever been.I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)
