Hawking - Diastole lyrics

Pull out all your loose teeth and crawl back to bed Sweaty palms and fire alarms, there's no way out A pretty face is just what it takes to say “I don't need this” Painted lips asking for a kiss I've been way too hard on you But I don't mind when you tell me how you feel About my decisions and my skin But you've been absent far too long So don't try to be a part of this I have to remind myself to breathe, as with a sinking feeling in the pit of my chest, I remember that I am an accidental mess of sinew and bone, recapitulating contempt and presenting the possibility that our insecurities and weaknesses should be preserved like a shriveled corpse in formaldehyde. And oh how fortunate it is that your greedy lips have pried the last few ounces of self-pity from my dead fingers, so that until my soul's last sentient moment, I can have the distinct privilege of feeling absolutely nothing I'm a disappointment My whole life's been worthless