Depersonalised
And I won't mind a single little bit
If your head is pushed right against my lips
When I say we can escape
Every little thing
All I mean is that the reaper
Is ever-beckoning
Cuz it feels like I'm driven by a seperate entity
Look at my hands now I'm not real
I don't know
What is me?
Am I just a parasite?
Or is flesh and blood my right?
I just want to ask my host
Why the fuck am I so low?
But then I say "I swear I'm fine"
Till the voice comes back again
"You're not real, You're empty swine
If you die you'll wake up in bed"
It's all a dream
A freudian description of my pain
Cuz every time that little voice enters in my brain
My description of your face
Will slowly lose its taste
And my resistance to your whims
Diminishes by the second baby
My description of your face
Will slowly lose it's taste
And my resistance to your whims
Diminishes by the second baby
I don't know if I'll survive
When the systems controlling my limbs die out of spite
And when the only certainty comes knocking at my door
I'll wake up inside the Host
And then I'll be secure
My description of your face
Will slowly lose it's taste
And my resistance to your whims
Diminishes by the second baby
If your head is pushed right against my lips
When I say we can escape
Every little thing
All I mean is that the reaper
Is ever-beckoning
Cuz it feels like I'm driven by a seperate entity
Look at my hands now I'm not real
I don't know
What is me?
Am I just a parasite?
Or is flesh and blood my right?
I just want to ask my host
Why the fuck am I so low?
But then I say "I swear I'm fine"
Till the voice comes back again
"You're not real, You're empty swine
If you die you'll wake up in bed"
It's all a dream
A freudian description of my pain
Cuz every time that little voice enters in my brain
My description of your face
Will slowly lose its taste
And my resistance to your whims
Diminishes by the second baby
My description of your face
Will slowly lose it's taste
And my resistance to your whims
Diminishes by the second baby
I don't know if I'll survive
When the systems controlling my limbs die out of spite
And when the only certainty comes knocking at my door
I'll wake up inside the Host
And then I'll be secure
My description of your face
Will slowly lose it's taste
And my resistance to your whims
Diminishes by the second baby
Credits
Writer(s): Conor Phelan
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