In my head In my set There’s a random ordering of demons Going for a intellectualization of evils I think of principles, they think of me Conceptualizations they can never see Do you feel alone as the words intermingle? Never forget the words aren’t yours and you’re alone No upside, no punch line, no laugh track Burns on your hands they feel lack-attack Thoughts in your head they feel empty and black They do seem to me, I said They do seem to me to be looking at you The marks under your eyes, the furrow on your brow The eyes that fly around ‘nd round You can’t sit still you feel too terrible You can’t think still you think too horrible It all feels too hateful, too hateful Jump off the bridge, let them sign their own toll Schadenfreude has never been so suicidal