Trauma Bond

Starvation keeps you in line.

Words can make you disappear.

A cold body had a name once

now a feast for flies and rats.

Untouchable

I am your god.

Untouchable

I am your god.

They serve a purpose

and so do you.

If not, then who?

Their sacrifice keeps you alive.

For you to live they had to die.

My love is all you need!

Don't give a fuck about your life.

It's all a game: no wrong or right.

Run through the maze, there's no end in sight.

And then they laugh as if this is all just a fucking joke.

As the blood and the cash start to flow

with the flash of the bombs and the smoke.

The air is hard to breathe. They start to choke.

...more flesh that we feed to the beast.

Trauma bonding

Trauma bonding

Trauma bonding

Trauma bonding

I am your god!