I was naive Under the impression that forced rainy days were just the instigator for your behaviour Kept in jar but the jar was shaken, easy justification for your frustration Hard to swallow that you're a bitter shill searching for thrills Telling strangers to overdose on pills begging for blood to be spilled I thought some fresh air would do you good, but I've learned it is that wasted on those like you It was a mistake to think that some real connection is all you needed, I stand corrected Forget what I advised, just stay inside You're no good to the world in any form Fuck your perspective Repulsive insect crushed Feel your exoskeleton collapse A feeble whisper in a world of noise A crooked posture in a crowd standing up straight Such greasy fingertips focused on the pleasure of Diffusing your responsibility You make me wanna be sick but I wouldn't waste a bit of good food on the idea of you Your place has been confined to a small hole in the earth where no light would dare to shine Go with your modern immoral morse code and find your favourite thread to pull, nothing but damage I'll let you out when your dogtooth grows, until then you're not fit to contribute to anything, anything A feeble whisper A crooked posture Diffuse your responsibility Endorse your tragic reality Don't go outside