Pa**ed out while you drank the last of my humanity
Should have told you there really isn't very much of that left in me
Came to with a start, almost disturbed you - wish I could have seen your face
So very hungry, disappointed in me, but desperate now you'd had a taste
And it makes me burn
And it makes me sweat
And it makes me hard
And it makes me fret
I grind my teeth
Punch through walls
Cough up blood
But we all know that
It isn't over yet
Rocking back and forth in the space that you left behind
Reach across to touch you, but there is only emptiness for me to find
Feel my skin go taut - I'm going back down; should never have come up for air
You're so addictive and I'm dependent on the only drug that cares
And it makes me burn
And it makes me sweat
And it makes me hard
And it makes me fret
I grind my teeth
Punch through walls
Cough up blood
But we all know that
It isn't over yet
Not over...
Our kind is legion, we don't see your authority
Depression contagion, told we're wrong by the minority
We are ten feet tall, a million strong - we never need to feel alone again
You hide your affliction and call it religion, how convenient - you invented our pain
And it makes me burn
And it makes me sweat
And it makes me hard
And it makes me fret
I grind my teeth
Punch through walls
Cough up blood
But we all know that
It isn't over yet
Not over...
Fear the things you make to replace you
Fear the things you make to replace you
We are the things you have made to replace you
Fear us, fear us, fear us, fear us