Passed out
while you drunk 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
your so addictive
and I'm dependant
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.
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 US BURN
AND IT MAKES US SWEAT
AND IT MAKES US HARD
AND IT MAKES US FRET
WE GRIND OUR TEETH
PUNCH THROUGH WALLS
COUGH UP BLOOD
BUT YOU ALL KNOW THAT
IT
Isn't over yet.
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