Look at you
A perfect species
Knee deep in the mud
Safe and sound
Hunted down
Domesticate to a point where
There's no point and nothing really counts now
Habitat
It's the perfect caveat
Rat me out
Or I'll claw my way out
Take heed the glaring symptoms, or let the sickness grow
All you can eat
But tough to swallow
Gets stuck down your throat
Spit it out
Or let it rot
Habitat
It's the perfect caveat
Rat me out
Or I'll claw my way out
Take heed the glaring symptoms, or let the sickness grow
I might be sick, in veritas
Fed and fucked for tonight it was
Even safe we find a choice
I can't keep still or so it seems
I redirect it to botany
And this shit is growing old
I might be sick, in veritas
Fed and fucked for tonight it was
Even safe we find a choice
I can't keep still or so it seems
I redirect it to botany
And this shit is growing old