i like pretending

your silver skin, that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring, returns me to the deathwish, and all my epiphanies, that branded me and broke my knees, confirms me into the deathwish, misfits for free, a gravity pure expression tears and, pulls them into the deathwish, and all our accessories, that concentrate the pain and tease, embrace them, with the deathwish, are we pretending?, are we pretending?, are we pretending?, i like pretending, are we machines, obsolete, alone, with symbiotic self-indulgence, and if we dig deep, the circuitry burnt out, bends, into neurotic repetition, but your silver skin soothes my aching curses, and reminds me, that you're worth it, the whole world's insanities, the bleeding hearts and tragedies, won't distract me from the deathwish, are we pretending?, are we pretending?, are we pretending?, i like pretending, are we pretending?, are we pretending?, are we pretending?, 'cause i like pretending