Feed the voices
We are rotten and weak
Feed the voices
Life is boring and bleak
Feed the voices
Existing is pain and deceit
Feed the voices
We are nothing more than piles of meat
You are but a portion of an entity
A meager substance forged from misery
Clinging to a dead identity
Benefiting from your own suffering
Feed the voices
We are rotten and weak
Feed the voices
Life is boring and bleak
Feed the voices
Existing is pain and deceit
Feed the voices
We are nothing more than piles of meat
You worry a lot
Tainted, unsound, and scary thoughts
You can't help yourself
And neither can anyone else