You are what you sacrifice
Amalgam of pain, should your
Misplaced foresight
Lead you to my door again

Roll out them shekels, babe
Spit out that cum
My conscience dissipating

Your vanity's firstborn runt
Just a cat drinking its own reflection
You're not the picture, not even the frame
Just a dog drinking up my reflection

You're fishing for pain
Religion for one

Your fear of failure and ambition the same thing
You will never get a table at the Dorsia within

Finish off this pedicure
Redirect the plane
Your armour protecting nothing

Your sympathy's driest month
Just a byproduct of my rеsentment
You're not thе picture, not even the frame
Just a dog drinking up my reflection
You're squandering pain
Religion for one