Becoming Unbecoming

You're the blackest of holes
You're the lostest of souls
You consume everything you touch
In hopes to make you whole
But it's gonna catch up to you down the road

You're the dark in the light
You're the death, in the life
You're as unbecoming as they can come
But at least you're havin' fun
Like playin' with fire and loaded guns

Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo Ooo O O O O
Ahh, Ahh, Ah Ah Ah Ah

You're the false in the start
You're a home, without a heart
You're a murder scene with hands wiped clean
Collecting body parts
But i'm digging, up your back yard

You're painter without paint
You're a writer pages blank
If you could figure out just who you are
Then maybe you could grow
But something tells me you will never know

Ooo, Ooo, Ooo
Ooo, Ooo, Ooo Ooo O O O O
Ahh, Ahh, Ah Ah Ah Ah

Yea if you could figure out just who you are then maybe you could grow
But something tells me you will never know