How much is too much?
I’m tired of predicting to lose.
But before you point your finger,
Before you cast your stones,
Take a look at yourself.
How can you expect from someone
What you won’t do yourself?
There’s no bottom to your reality,
Your desperation
Is utter and complete,
What you can’t love about yourself
You have to steal from someone else,
And what you can’t steal,
What you can’t steal
You have to deny.
Rapid decompression,
Rapid decompression…
Sometimes it feels
Sometimes it feels like
Your whole world is coming to an end,
Coming to an end,
Coming to an end.