Self-denial as a shield
Defense of mind and body
Is nonexistent
A lid to a pot, no, less
Gossip to dispel the grief
Self important on the Web
a.k.a.
Mr. blah blah whatever superficial guy
Hey
Miss concerned about self-cutting
No
With a serious face the slashes line up///
With a camera's flash, your life hits a crash
With that mindset, you're gonna be broken later
Negative campaign
Contrived, with dead eyes
Consolation meetings means xxxx on a locked account
Silent net stalker, disgraceful paranoia
Weakest egoist, distrust the inciters
Can't you do anything without written instructions?
Without the bad experiences you won't understand
A passably suspicious prescription, no exceptions now
Where are they connected, blooming chats
Randomly scatter at high speed
Those in the know know reality
There's no value to the disgraceful deceiving
That blurred way of talking, by any means
Your pride
You're dust
Where do you belong?
Your pride
You're dust
There's a graveyard
La la la
Conditions from an unnumbered crowd
I've had enough of abstract expressions
Moniker ego-search, anxious research
Exposed councilor, you want to evade it, right
Can you die? If so, GO
Yes, if NO then NO
When was the last time it was washed
That pillow cover. Escaping the slander. And again
"Maybe I should die..."
If so then if only you'd put in the effort yesterday
The Negative Monster
With dead eyes, tonight too, don't stop
No falling ill or stopping
A flower bed for your persecution complex
Nails sweet so they're the remains
Freeloader insect acting so self-important
Wow what a weak taste, livestock, switch on
Yes, fantasy, lies, truth
Unforeseen accident
At the edge of the bottom of your heart, but
Even though today's today, in this scornful talk
Like-minded friends drink and play
Your pride
You're dust
Where do you belong?
Your pride
You're dust
There's a graveyard
La la la
Just like a lost kid, pathetic
Let's pity, but end it there
Head over heels when you lower your head
I become a trigger
You can pull me, at the person nearby
Protection, a ridiculous story
Sound, words, everything fluent
The axis rattles, unfixable
You, despising, corroding
The confusion of blood at 1 o'clock
Putting on the armor of innocence
A cathartic instinct, just a little dog
Flowers in water and the straw in the wound
You're looking quite threadbare
A reason intuitively lacking
You don't get the joke... here's a hint: mirror
You change the trivial things
A world you obviously can't see
Dependent on the self, dependent on you
What do you want to do?
That's something that I don't understand