Ultimatum Suffocate 'em Intimate Suffocation All my good will Stitched in my quilt Let them be still Kill or be killed All my good will Every next Thrill I am who I am Damn or be damned My talents turned to musts Every joy burns up Turns to ashes in my cup It's a slow burn offering I can't watch Amadeus I can never be that famous My gift is never great Elevated to his frame Music never holds me The way I want to hold it Mozart is alive And he is not I Every vice Every habit Every trail of rabbits It's a good thing misplaced My object of affection Turns to a Midas melting My lightest touch Turns gold to dust Why won't you give me What I long for you to make me? And after all, I am still me Turned insufferable and intolerable The hole is never whole Release my deities (Oh Joy!) Seized by fierce peace (Joy!) Eagerly backsliding