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
