II - Perfect Pussy

I was understood to be living

I existed only when seen, so I died of self-importance

I killed the parts of me that still wanted things

I tremble with no desire, I need nothing

In loss, I discovered completion

In having things stolen I found that I had more than ever

In the absence of everything, I found all things

And I understood myself

So I understood nothing

So I stopped questioning

So I stopped questioning

All things pass through me

I’m a tough boy, wild and innocent and dangerous as hell

I’m awake and awakening

I am here and I have died

I have died

I killed the parts of me that said that I know

I killed off all the parts that keep me awake

I’ll die a thousand times to prove that I’m living

I’ll kiss myself to prove that I’m not afraid of snakes

Nothing shakes me any more;

I’m tough now, baby

Really, I have lost all feeling

And I’ve lost all desire for feeling

And I can’t thank you enough