Dysphoric - The Rare Occasions

How could you possibly screw up any worse?

You were given trust then let it leak till it burst

Pale pale guilt that could cut through your hide

Until it’s fizzing inside you

You know you’re bound to find it

Dysphoric dysphoric dysphoric

Cast those myths off the tips of your teeth

Before they sour every ballad and pull you underneath

Swallowed up, the silent tyrant tangles and frays

Viscerally shifting through a circular haze

Wrought rocks swivel not like sparks in the eyes

But with furious incisors

You know you’re bound to find it

Dysphoric dysphoric dysphoric

Cast those myths off the tips of your teeth

Before they sour every ballad and pull you underneath