content warning:
cannibalism
body dysmorphia
possible themes of disordered eating
body horror
glitch effects
lyrics
Day by day, it's just the same
My body's not perfected
To keep it always changing
I've got to be dissected
Chop me up, quarter to nine
Grow out what I've digested
Serve myself at dinnertime
Devour my reflection
Flavored so disdainfully
Acids mutate it to beauty
Swallow it so painfully
It's all that can keep me happy
My stomach lining, through the night,
Painted over the bedroom mirror
A truly horrendous morning sight
To clean up with rusted cleavers
More, give me more, can't you see I'm starving?
Feed my fingers on a platter and top it off with bones
Again, try again, I won't stop until it's right!
Force it all down my dried-up throat, one by one and
More, give me more, can't you see I'm starving?
Give me that beautiful ironic sensation
Again, try again, 'cause I still can't get it right!
I'll feast on everything for my salvation
There's only so much of me
That I can bear to eat
My recycled limbs are getting blander
But I can't let this addiction waver
I can't think of anything--
My teeth are craving--
I have to satisfy my--
Come closer, I wanna try--
More, give me more, can't you see I'm starving?
Tear open a carcass and spoon it up with bones
Again, try again, I won't stop until it's right!
Vivid heartbeats down my bloody throat, one by one and
More, give me more, can't you see I'm starving?
Give me that beautiful sadistic sensation
Again, try again, 'cause I still can't get it right!
I'll feast on everything for my salvation
Gluttony?
Oh, now it's gluttony?
I can't taste your dying pleas
Over your deep hatred of me
You haven't seen
What I have to be
You all want to be pleased, but
There's no possibility
You don't seem
To understand
The beholder's eye is bleeding
And your people never cared
It's too late
I can't be saved
But if mine's in so much decay,
I'll gladly eat up your brain!
My stomach lining, through the night,
Painted over the bedroom mirror
A truly horrendous morning sight
To clean up with rusted cleavers
You want to call me insatiable?
You want to try to stop me?
You really think my lifeline's wasteful?
All I'll need is your body!
More, give me more, can't you see I'm starving?
Give me all your pieces and season them with pity
Again, try again, I won't stop until it's right!
I'll bite into your skull and feel your moral purity!
More, give me more, can't you see I'm starving?
Your veins under my skin are giving me such elation
Again, try again, 'cause I still can't get it right!
I'll feast on everything for my salvation
I'll feast on everything for my salvation
I'll feast on everyone for our salvation
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