My mind is only of your demise, but I find that you're still ill. My life is nothing but stolen lies, so I look for a life to steal. My kind is living
I'm infected by you, I feel so sick I've always focused on my own impurities Its the way I believe, I'm suffering And you saw it as an insecurity I
I am not the one that you believe in I will not become what you conceive and You're the one who dug yourself a hole And I'm not there to hear you cry
