Show me your broken soul

Spew out your disease

It's something that I've wanted

It's something that I need

For love of filth, and soul-stoned lust

You can't let go, you cultivate disease

And that's okay, 'cause I'm sick just like you

Sordid thoughts and memories are lackluster

An empty-space between

We're monsters and we don't know why

But that's how it goes

And seriously, it's lost on me, why?

Casting a stone

The story always ends so fucking bleak

You and I

Eternally chained to a lie

Told by need

Wanting and needing the selfish feeding

Effortless breathing, constant repeating

Taunting and pleading, the gluttons eating

Euphoric seeding, watching the TV, haunting the grieving

Sever the wicked hand, spit out the waste!

Kill for a crumb and then die from the taste!

No more room for piece of shit dead heads

You and I

Eternally chained to a lie

Told by need

A self-fulfilling prophecy to fill the void

Just long enough to fill the need to be received

When all you needed was your own

For love of filth, and soul-stoned lust

You can't let go, you cultivate disease

Oh, that's okay, 'cause I'm sick just like you

Sordid thoughts and memories are lackluster

An empty-space between

We're monsters and we don't know why