Badlands - Black Foxxes

I am confused and obsessive, why’s this so hard?

I am staggeringly intent on fucking all of this up

Will you use me?

Use me!

Please get your fix

You’ll be gone in the morning.

Please get your fix

I am confused, conflicted, why’s this so hard?

I am contorted in my vision, why’s this so hard?

There is comfort in silence.

All talk is weight

I’m conscious I have made too many fucking mistakes

I am a void, a prison, the source of my hate

I am blaming my condition on all of my mistakes

I am— holy hell, why’s this so hard?

I am avoiding the solution ‘cause I love sabotage

I am done

If you give me the chance, wait 'til I’m home

I’ll be back in the highs if you forgive those lows

I am comfortably wasted, comfortably numb

I am so out of touch.

I am all of the above

I am twisted, sister, cat got your tongue?

You are the only one I need ‘cause you’re all of the above

I am confused, conflicted, why’s this so hard

I am avoiding the solution ‘cause I love sabotage

I am done

Wait

All of this

All of this

All of this

Why’s this so hard

Why’s this so hard

Why’s this so hard

Why’s this—

Visualise this and I’ll visualise that

Cat got your tongue?

It’s self sabotage

Visualise this and I’ll visualise that

Cat got your tongue?

It’s self sabotage

Come find me

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

All of this

(Wait)

(Wait)

(Wait)

(All of this)

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

All of this

I crave a sensation

This is not time to go outside

This is not the time to go outside

The wind here never changes

I am the sea

This repetitive child swims sideways

Gannets dive into a whirlpool of black

When the grass hits your toes

And the warmth hits your tongue

I am the sea

I crave a sensation

I crave a sensation

That god only gives

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

Contain me, contort me, I am the gun

All of this