The Shape

Hurt again, lost again?

Not much you can do when I'm coming from every direction

It is my guilty pleasure

Hunting you down like a motherfucking lethal injection

It is my drive, my itch, my passion

To take the life you call your own

Trapped inside a box of glass

Your fragility is showing

The perfect prey for a hungry heart

The only time you'll feel safe

Is when you're buried six feet deep

The cycle of terror does not end here

Welcome to your eternity

When everything goes dark

And the silence grows, leaving its bloody mark

Trapped beneath the earth

You'll still feel me breathe down your fucking spine

You're done

Leave me alone

I can't sleep at night

With these thoughts lingering inside my mind

I can't quiet the voices

They force me to listen, over and over again

I fucking hate what I've become

I hate what I've become

I hate what I've become

I hate what I've become

I hate what I've fucking become

I'm fucking sick

Sick

I hate what I've fucking become

I hate what I've become