You're just as wretched as your host
But it is you that receives the most
Crawling into my pathetic psyche
Your words chew away at my self esteem issues
Self esteem issues
Self esteem issues
Self esteem issues
My consciousness is now an empty cavity
Your lies have become my reality
You're just as wretched as your host
It is you who's received the most
You seem to think that you can be perfect
By absorbing my faults as if they look well on you
You cannot think for yourself
You have to grasp a weak soul
You seem to think that you can be perfect
By absorbing my faults as if they look well on you
You cannot think for yourself
You have to grasp a weak soul
Eternally
It's hardest to mourn the loss of one who's alive
We've met a bitter end that will degrade for all time
If depression had to become the goal
Then why the f*ck did I give it all?
Tortured without a cause
Embedding your face into my thoughts
Exacerbating and rearranging the pure soul you used to love
The pure soul you used to love
Crawling into my pathetic psyche
Your words chew away at my self esteem issues
My consciousness is now an empty cavity
Your lies have become my pathetic amoeba
Pathetic amoeba
Amoeba