I haven't got a reason
I don't want to debate it
I want to nurture my shame, and waste my time some more
I've spent all of me
Crank the sugar to my brain
You want to be respected
May wanna keep me complacent
I don't detest the logic
Just want my bag of drugs
You wanna keep me dependent
Stay the f*ck back I said so
I want to nurture my pain, and waste my time again
I've used up my being
Get creative
Blast this shit
Sculpt the perfect pretty face
Mold the final idol
Sculpt the slowest sloppy daze
Feels quite suicidal