Choir Boy (SLC)
Passive With Desire
Yesterday I called to say
"I am unwell
Feels like I've been stuck in time."
I feared you'd question if I'd prayed
For my health
Burning as I rise

Oh, to be erased
To have my friends forget my name
Should I vanish in the mire
Should all my pain dissipate
I'll feel the world pass through my face
I am passive with desire

Carelessness aligns
Passive suicide
Carelessness aligns
Passive suicide

Anxious visions left unfed
Surge and numb
Roses drag across my throat
With less intent than arms half bled in the tub
Relinquishing control

Oh, to be erased
To have my friends forget my name
Should I vanish in the mire
Should all my pain dissipate
I'll feel the world pass through my face
I am passive with desire
Carelessness aligns
Passive suicide
Carelessness aligns
Passive suicide

Carelessness aligns
Passive suicide
Carelessness aligns
Passive suicide