Year of the Knife
CTRL+C
Wasting away
Losing myself
Living decay
In this unending hell

Temple destroyed
Mind full of rot
Days bleed together
I'm falling apart

Sacrifice
Flesh and bone
Ritual blōt
To become a clone

Another day
Masking the fear
Asking myself
Why am I here?

Can't be what you want me to be
Just a copy of a copy
All I had to give is gone
Why the fuck should I hold on
Should I hold on?
Try to be perfect, pristine
Casualty of the machine
Carelessly cutting
Draining and sucking
Until there is fucking nothing

Can't be what you want me to be
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a
Won't be what you want me to be
A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy