Negative Monster
Self-denial as a shieldDefense of mind and bodyIs nonexistentA lid to a pot, no, lessGossip to dispel the grief
Self important on the Weba.k.a.Mr. blah blah whatever superficial guyHeyMiss concerned about self-cuttingNoWith a serious face the slashes line up///With a camera's flash, your life hits a crashWith that mindset, you're gonna be broken laterNegative campaignContrived, with dead eyesConsolation meetings means xxxx on a locked accountSilent net stalker, disgraceful paranoiaWeakest egoist, distrust the incitersCan't you do anything without written instructions?Without the bad experiences you won't understandA passably suspicious prescription, no exceptions nowWhere are they connected, blooming chatsRandomly scatter at high speedThose in the know know realityThere's no value to the disgraceful deceivingThat blurred way of talking, by any means
Your prideYou're dustWhere do you belong?Your prideYou're dustThere's a graveyardLa la la
Conditions from an unnumbered crowdI've had enough of abstract expressionsMoniker ego-search, anxious researchExposed councilor, you want to evade it, rightCan you die? If so, GOYes, if NO then NOWhen was the last time it was washedThat pillow cover. Escaping the slander. And again"Maybe I should die..."If so then if only you'd put in the effort yesterdayThe Negative MonsterWith dead eyes, tonight too, don't stopNo falling ill or stoppingA flower bed for your persecution complexNails sweet so they're the remainsFreeloader insect acting so self-importantWow what a weak taste, livestock, switch onYes, fantasy, lies, truthUnforeseen accidentAt the edge of the bottom of your heart, butEven though today's today, in this scornful talkLike-minded friends drink and play
Your prideYou're dustWhere do you belong?Your prideYou're dustThere's a graveyardLa la la
Just like a lost kid, patheticLet's pity, but end it thereHead over heels when you lower your headI become a triggerYou can pull me, at the person nearbyProtection, a ridiculous storySound, words, everything fluentThe axis rattles, unfixableYou, despising, corrodingThe confusion of blood at 1 o'clockPutting on the armor of innocenceA cathartic instinct, just a little dogFlowers in water and the straw in the woundYou're looking quite threadbareA reason intuitively lackingYou don't get the joke... here's a hint: mirrorYou change the trivial thingsA world you obviously can't seeDependent on the self, dependent on youWhat do you want to do?That's something that I don't understand