Unconditional Love

Unraveling, unrolled, a siren in the night

I love the jaundice of your skin

Its perverse plasticity

You make me want to smoke cigarettes

You make me want to drink whiskey

But even if your love was unconditional

It still wouldn't be enough to save me

My sycophant love song, my authentic desperation

I'm addicted to the feeling, the only kind of steady I believe in

Prison cell exercises, solitary sport entertainment

What makes you think you're gonna die any different?

Even if your love was unconditional

It still wouldn't be enough to save me

Even if your love was unconditional

It still wouldn't save me

Don't worry, young suicides, the vultures will pick your bones dry

Half digested and eternal, somewhere lost in the ephemeral

Welcome to the future, an always ice-cold nightmare

Burnt coffee and Percocets, yeah, this night, too, will end

Even if your love was unconditional

It still wouldn't be enough to save me