Show me your broken soul
Spew out your disease
It's something that I wanted
It's something that I need
For love of filth, and soul stoned lust, you can't let go
You cultivate disease
Well that's okay, cause' I'm sick just like you
Sorted thoughts, and memories of lack luster, and empty space between
We're monsters and we don't know why
But that's how it goes, and seriously it's lost on me why
Casting a stone, the story always ends so fucking bleak
You and I eternally chained to a lie told by need
Wanting and needing the selfish feeding
Effortless breathing, constant repeating
Taunting and pleading, the gluttons eating
Euphoric seeding, watching the t.v., haunting the grieving
Sever the wicked hand, spit out the waste!
Kill for a crumb and then die from the taste!
No more room for piece of shit dead heads
You and I eternally chained to a lie told by need
A self-fulfilling prophecy that fills the void
Just long enough to fill the need to be received
When all you needed was your own
For love of filth, and soul stoned lust, you can't let go
You cultivate disease
Well that's okay, cause' I'm sick just like you
Sorted thought and memories of lack luster and empty space between
We're monsters and we don't know why!
