How the mind does shout for rest
When the body's shaking, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking
Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me gracious

Who are you?
Who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it a bit breaking, yeah
I'm so selfish paying your rent
While your blood I'm tainting

You spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
Your body is a temple, a dormant altar to whеre
Infantile men liе around pinching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity of which you can not give
Shame

Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?

Thieves, parasites hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me