[LYRICS]
Feeding the creature that speaks in my voice;
reaching for toxins, quickening death.
Believing I still have the choice
like a feed rat in water, writhing toward breath.
Yellow teeth; blackened lungs;
crooked bones; receding gums.
No moderation; no self-control;
overindulgence is all that I know.
I've held onto this crutch for too long;
I am no longer strong; but I must press on.
How can we stand to endure such a cost?
Sickness and ritual -- novelties lost.
Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate;
contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day.
Same old shit, different day.
Same old shit, different day.
Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate;
contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day.
Quickening death.