Show me your broken soul Spew out your disease It's something that I've wanted It's something that I need For love of filth, and soul-stoned lust You can't let go, you cultivate disease And that's okay, 'cause I'm sick just like you Sordid thoughts and memories are lackluster, An 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 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 TV, 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 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...