You draw me to the shelter of your k**ing comfort.
I follow like a stupid child reaching for the gun.
I: weasy and half-spent to sacrifice the truth for,
Promises of self-displeasures that never fill the hole.
You must bite the hand that feeds you.
You can't fight that which enslaves you.
You must break away those chains.
Save yourself
I hide inside your temporary shelter from the storm
The noise inside my head has raised me since the day that I was born.
I: weasy and half-spent to sacrifice my soul for,
Promises of self-displeasures that never fill the hole
You must bite the hand that feeds you
You can't fight that which enslaves you
You must break away those chains
Save yourself