motions

Paralyzed with possibility, gotta get me out of this mess New York Times bestseller, rehearsed conversation Meet me at the tip of the iceberg, and cut me out of my clamshell Tallow taste on a forked tongue, not my problem Hell is other people, damned to abject heads I'll win the devil's favor, I'll wean myself off dread Reveal your underbelly, I'll hollow out your shell I spiral in dark patterns I'm so sick of Going through the motions I wanna be the new routine And I wanna kill the competition And I wanna run like a machine I wanna find another way out Select all images containing traffic lights Select all images containing stop signs I am not a person Beyond my success Beneath my chitin jacket I wear no human flesh I only want to eat you I come with no pretense I spiral in dark patterns I'm so sick of Going through the motions I wanna be the new routine And I wanna blend into the background And I wanna run like a machine I wanna find I wanna find I wanna find I wanna find I wanna find Protect me from what I want