Passed out While you drank 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
You're 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
Not over...
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 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
Not over...
Fear the things you make to replace you Fear the things you make to replace you We are the things you have made to replace you Fear us, fear us, fear us, fear us
