Mute Print

Take this record, start with self-mockery

A masterwork of toilet tissue, but the words are sexy

To a happy corpse, washed up, I am already

I went from a romantic dream to a wet spot on the sheets

Give me one last try 'til the next one more last try

I'm not renting this planet, it's all mine

I could not compete with my own body

I pushed it too hard, it fell apart on me

Give me one last try 'til the next one more last try

I'm not renting this planet, it's all mine

We are alone with the tranquil

We are alone and it offsets fear for the nights

You're upset, don't believe your eyes

This mute print lies

Give me one last try 'til the next one more last try

I'm not renting this planet, it's all mine