False living, I'm scared that I'm
Just becoming neurotic
It's fucking over my life
Fucking thoughts in my head
As I'm pulling out the dull knife
And stabbing
Spiders that crawl on my skin
Drilling through me within
Withering this frail form
That leaves me ruins
Of a forgotten past
A life that is
Gone

Just keep stabbing spiders
Wounding on each sick whim