Don’t worry, you look just fine from here
Everything looks bright in your atmosphere
It’s a shame that you only live once
‘Cause I’d like to see you die more than
Twice

What’s the matter? You look dizzy on that precipice
Bet you mistook it for a pedestal
Picture this
A poser with more problems than Jay-Z
Tries to call assholes out from behind six strings

You’re a killer but not in the way you think
You say you’d murder a beer but you’re a slave to the drink
You babble on about how you’re so keen to die
But you’re so comfy you won’t even try, you know why?
‘Cause you present yourself as something of a damaged figure but in this reality you’re just a fucking travesty

No one else can decipher your facade but I think you forgot one thing
I feel every twitch of the eye, every shivering spine when you spit out a lie
You go and talk about a noble plan to build up your pride, to escape the judgment from inside
You’re even scared of fucking mirror talk, keep averting the gaze but I’ll be watching you like a hawk

Like a hawk

What the hell are you gonna do?
Make another song about some shit that barely affects you?
The most ironic thing is that you’re full of hate,
Not for others but yourself you ingrate

How long will this last?
When will you give up the ghost?
Who’s the real parasite?
The evil thing inside, or the host?

Why don’t you just kill both?
You haven’t learned
Live in purgatory