Most nights I dream about you dead
I want to set fire to all our things
How can you smother your own urge?
I wish I'd never tried to integrate you
I want to make you pay for all the soul I lent you
I want you to confess your life is safely soulless
You've subdued your desire and everybody knows
You think you're concealed but in your voice it shows
Oh no, oh no
In your voice it shows
Oh no, oh no
In your voice it shows
(The worst thing you could be is somebody in love with me?)
You hate yourself
Oh no
And in your voice it shows
Let us go back to the hotel
I never knew that I could feel so tended
Who knew one day I would wake up
In a world that can retract its fortunes?
I want you to admit you're so ashamed of yourself
I know I'm one to talk, at least I try to own it
You've siphoned my empathy and I want you exposed
You think you're clean but in your heart you know
Oh no, oh no
In your heart you know
Oh no, oh no
(The thing you're running from is something we are all made of)
You're one of us
Oh no
And in your heart you know
I can retreat no further
As far as history goes, I'm dead
But I have found God and he is insufficient
"All we do is abuse each other"
"Where do you think he learned it, mother?"
"Where do you think he learned it, mother?"
Where do you think I learned it, mother?
Bloodless mutilation pierces bone and marrow
My assimilation, tormentor fed infernos
Look into my eyes and say: "Why don't you cum like a good boy?"
Spit in your hand and make
And make me cum like a good boy
You freaked out when I found a tissue you masturbated into
I took comfort in knowing I wasn't the only thing
You came into, crumpled up, and threw in the trash