There's a slim, slim chance you're gonna gain That's the last full answer I can give you today Just prepare your meal of self-confliction Just move along and feed your fear Am I conflicted? I say, yes I am. My plate is full but I just can't It's the sole sole reason I have no delight To keep it up will be the final fight I'll help myself to The table of the esteem I'll wake up, so delirious My mind unheard and unseen It's only way that I've ever been My bones, you can see right through my skin I'm uncertain at how I feel I'll just keep hiding it but it's so real I'll help myself to The table of the esteem I'll wake up, so delirious My mind unheard and unseen