Law of Attraction

I wasn't thinking about you, all my layers are peeled

So what cha doing here, or were you tucked away back there

Stuck like a headstone on the wrong grave, spoiled pear

See I've worked by the circle, for the cone, in the square

As the microwaves singed my back-of-neck hairs

I've worn sleaze on my tongue, heart and sleeves

I've known moral decadence and faithless deeds

But when my number's up will I seek rest

Or stick around to see what's next

Cause every time I think of something good

Genie instead sends Mr. reaper in his hood

And flesh only loves the latest grain of scandal

Gloating over others' skin of shame with wickless candles

If we can't enjoy what's given, why give the gifts at all

And how is there a Jesus if everybody falls

The wizened saints and wizards stumble stealthily in the sunset

Law of attraction, more like Russian roulette