P.S. Eliot - The Cyborg текст песни

but i don't wanna live forever
i'm not looking for relief
i don't wanna live forever
you apprehension is what's bringing you peace


i drug you into this mess
and now i push you away
3 years if varnished distress
polarize delight or dismay
habitual contempt, to animalistic lust
i could hardly wash it down by the slow, dauntless dusk