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I...I...despise the face you make

Machined from years of self-abuse

Eyes that stare so fake

Nothing more than refuse

So why you try to front like you're my friend

First my brain, then my clothes, it's never ending

Now I think I found a home

This home is sick...I still feel the clik

I...Hate...To build...this anger all inside

Push them away

Don't want them to stay

Don't want them to stay

I don't understand

So that's the stance you take

Lay your judgement onto me

And like a crime, I'm convicted for who I am

These chains are thick- Still, I won't heed the clik

Represent the things that

I..Hate...I've...made...

I made a doll, and it- looks just like you

I got my needles

Come on...stick 'em through and through now

Stick 'em through and through now

What does it feel like?

Do you feel pain?

And can you see

the anguish you've given me

But now I found

no cares, no more

these pins are bound to me

to me.....

I...I...despise the path you take

Pretend like you don't know me

And that's alright, I understand your feeble mind

Now I feel sick....and fuck your clik