What is this overstimulation I feel? I am betrayed by my own chemical build. I will not, I will not let you have this over me. I do not, I do not need those seconds of ecstasy. There was a time where my heart beat romantically, But it left me a wretch trembling for receipt. Now it is hostile and revolted by the amorous atmosphere. I don't wanna talk about it, think about it, hear about it, (No!) I don't wanna talk about it, think about it, hear about it anymore. (No more remorse.) (No more remorse.) I am not the alpha. I am not the beta. I am not the omega. I am the anti. Misjudge the will of a broken man. I'm not seduced by those glands, hips, and fads. So vulnerable, so trusting, So vulnerable, so trusting, This continuation is counterproductive. I don't wanna talk about it, think about it, hear about it, (No!) I don't wanna talk about it, think about it, hear about it anymore. (No more remorse.) (No more remorse.) Reduce the perfect frames and smiles Down to contorted piles of flesh. Time will dull your lustful edge. Return your borrowed worth Back to the stars and dirt. Decades will bring decay. Nothing about you is sacred. Nothing about you is sacred to me. Nothing about you is sacred to me. (No more remorse.) (No more remorse.)