Dysphoria - Penguincore's What You Deserve lyrics

Santa makes Giger's tattoo Give it to me now If I could ever see your life And I lay my burden so slow Easy for me, heavy-duty, so called, for you Too heavy to carry for you So you wait for an Atlas to slaughter your tiredness And hand over the weight So you'll be able to simplify Slowly I come for careful rescue of your life You can f** off, but the outer shell shall betray you The salvation you may look for in the highest society Shall automatically rank you among the lowest forms But wait… Holy sh**, Santa, look at your hand! It's Giger's tattoo! Everything I've told you here Has gone through your right ear And has left your head tangibly And gone to flame Try saying again about the delay You have only yourself to blame Visual beauty is what you chose instead of moral fame Appearance unequal to your internal state Shall guarantee your fall as human symbol of happiness