Bide (Anglish Lyrics, Normal Spelling) 8.14.21 I bide my time all day and night. I fight my life; it takes my mind. Thus, when I sleep, I dream of fright. I weep so deep within my mind. These dogs are foul, thereby I'm rattled, as something ticks away inside. A fog rolls out—inside I shattered. A maiden's gone away tonight. I walk alone in dark at night, as chills now creep all down my spine. I talk of hope in awe of light to kill the feels, that hound my mind. Man cannot deem me as they find, as I don't see what for they pine. Benam my deeds like ass to dight. We fight like sheep before their Dright. 8.15.21 Soothfast I hate these haps in life. Thou hast my weird on tap like wine. Steadfast again these gaps I bide aghast, afeared. Mayn't last the tide. See awe ye all inside my mind? So goes those blows behind the blinds. Leap off steep troughs, get sights like mine. Hoes show no woe sometimes fly by. 8.26.21 I bide my time all day and night. I hide behind these cursèd highs. Thus, when I sleep, I dream of fright. I weep like, bitch, I hate my life. I bide my time, like bait I die. I cannot find that day in mind. When shall I get that bird that shines? I'll ne'er forget that cursèd night.

Adrift (Lyrics in standard spelling) Deal I: 12.17.21 I'm high on Libs again. My Mind's adrift, my Friend. Lo, why won't th'Itch e'er end? Somtimes it's Weird, I guess. My Leer is red with Fear. I sneer at Death, no kyr. So drear, the Dead ain't here. How queer's my Head this Year. Can't stand the Thought it ends. Firsthand: I got upent. I need my Maidenfriend to heal my Brain; it's spent. Hereto I've somehow lived. Hold to: Life's fuckin' Shit. No Ruth, Friends from me ripped. The Truth is Bloodspill filled. Fifteen: I smoked some weed. Sixteen: went Nicotine. Next year, lost maid—drank beer. Met Seth and tripped on Dex. Two Hurtkillers were next. Eighteen. a Sourfouredge. And then two Fourths Of Afterlithe I lost my Mind And almost died those Nights. I'm glad those Haps happed not, Sinse Lass came back and all is Well again, at least to breathe I ken. I'll see the Sea Of Time fullthrough. However rough the Winds may spew. Deal II: 2.18.22 And if it weren't for Seth, I'd be dead. Since when I yearned for Death he said "That Birdshot's not trustworthy Shells, my Friend. Thou needst a 12 with Buck to yield some Luck. Thou'rt better off not fucking with that Pump." If I had not been told that Shit That Night, by God, I'd've thrown it in. And thus, thenceforth, my goal—onefold. And so much more, when… oh, god, no! When he got shot I had one thought. I, too, must die—gunshot while high. He shouldn't've died when wanting Life. Lo, not when I had Weird outwrit. This Life ain't fair, too much to bear. The Sight's a Ghost I hold too close. I can't let go—I'll ne'er forget. The Seeds Time's sown fornaught my Head. Leadout: I can't let go—I'll ne'er forget. The Seeds Time's sown fornaught my Head. I can't let go—I'll ne'er forget. The Seeds Time's sown fornaught my Head. I can't let go. I can't let go. I'll never forget. I can't let go. I can't let go. I'll never forget. I could never fuckin'… Never. Never. Never let go. Never let go…