So, I keep my life a lie/I keep my head loose/My nose is like a beehive/I’m dripping blood honey
from Blood Honey lyrics by Marilyn Manson
Fragmented views has him spinning in circles. His relationships have taken the brunt of the impact and he’s unsure what is worth fighting for. The blood from his wounds and the honey from his labors have mixed, and the taste is churning his stomach. Instead of remedying his ailments he’s learning to appreciate the dichotomy. Self-inflicted wounds that he can’t help but revisit over and over again.
