Think I must break this, stuffing in myself evermore I felt it wrong, I’ll have to get even more Dripping with holly, bound to distort even more Gorging hypnosis, vomit to everywhere I thought the pull was something better “Digestible”, that’s how it feels Why must this speak to how it used to taste delightful Who said poison, actually? Said you’d trap me and I can’t stop sliding, now I’m in I should have known myself the best Oh, something’s not right This self is the only thing I love To hear, to smell, to see, to touch is irreplaceableness