Karlheinz Chop up Children

The old me is the new me’s scourge, the new me is the old me’s emotional janitor
I need a new reputation, lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend oh the old
me is the new me’s scourge yet again
I bounce from bar to bar fully thinking/hearing songs
Wishing that they’d cover Cage’s 4'33″ dark to bark to socialize and tarot
sodomy
Peeing blood to show your sad, cringey content of the new nomad,
pig-fisted pacifists
Ave Maria of implied amputees a party walk up says an L.E.S. crow dron humming
Radiohead just to be a jerk
Th waitress offers me menzanivadi from a cross I smile with no expression my
depression is a plus
He checked his watch and there’s still barely forty years to kill
Listening to Karlheinz chop up children and then run for joy
Entering the common room and barking until we get banned
Every image I absorb isn’t inherently consensual
The new me the new me the new me says «i'm pretty bored being your emotional
janitor»
The old me the old me the old me says «i kept his homeless poem in a cage with
it’s latch open to free range»
The C.I.A. killed the Black Panthers that’s the real war on Christmas
Lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend, the old me is the new me’s scourge
yet again oh I need a new reputation the old one is terrorizing the new,
the old one’s terrorizing the new me