This endless waiting consumes me I drown in the feeling of stagnation Nothing makes sense anymore, everything remains blurry Absolute emptiness for a degenerate species Create an army of personalities To hide the fact that you have none As if trapped in quicksand with no way to escape Fame of the grotesque Slowly let the shame and pain become your pride Fame of the grotesque Humans so desperate that they fuse with disease not to feel alone What's left when the disease Holds more meaning than your own existence? The end of an era As if trapped in quicksand with no way to escape Fame of the grotesque Slowly let the shame and pain become your pride Fame of the grotesque Admire me, I'm sick Fuck me, I'm sick Invite me as the center of your world Let me in And make me famous, I'm crazy With no talent to put forward but this one Lost on the only path you could find Reaching fame, the delicious bait They all crave for A consumable thing, like all the rest As if trapped in quicksand with no way to escape Fame of the grotesque Slowly let the shame and pain become your pride Blessed be the age of the fame of the grotesque