To See My Hatred Clearly [CODENAME_TOUCH ACCOMODATIONS]

This is the place where I have not yet
Begun to learn at
At all who I am
I’m callin' you, I’m callin' you
You don’t have to pick up
Just put your iPhone in your pussy
I’m callin' you
This is the place where I have not yet
Begun learn at
At all who I am
I’m callin' you, I’m callin' you
You don’t have to pick up
Just put your iPhone in your pussy
We share your mind
One gray dull point in consciousness
I share a universe with a face now
I swear its incomplete
Violet, growing, smooth and steady
Now my body, now my body’s ready
Now my body is ready
«Clarify my hate with grace.»
A grip of shreds tied in lace
I can make art out of your face
I’m callin' you
«It feels like everything becomes a trigger.»
This is the place where I have not
Not begun to
Learn who I am
I admire your lineage
Her growth like a little friend climbing foliage
And I think highly of your abortion
Exiled and fused, we end in tune
And I think highly of your abortion