Disassociation as a part time occupation

Still processing the narrative of our situation

And you couldn't decide to stab my back or my eyes

Oh no, I know what you like

Just press on the knife

You can't kill me now 'cause I'm already dead

You can't hear the crowd, that scream in my head

You can't kill me now 'cause I'm already dead for you

For you

You wore your status like a licence in your existential crisis

For the rights you fucking highjack, you're so nice and I despise that

Yet you couldn't decide to stab my back or my eyes

Oh no, just turn out the light

I know what you like

You can't kill me now 'cause I'm already dead

You can't hear the crowd, that scream in my head

You can't kill me now 'cause I'm already dead for you

For you

You can't kill me now 'cause I'm already dead

You can't hear the crowd, that scream in my head

You can't kill me now 'cause I'm already dead for you

For you

For you