Forevermore, fucked, strapped to the floor headlong
While pissing on your floor
Nameless, clueless, a brick in the game
Soon to be removed from the face of the earth
Is this a human feast? I was in slumber
Now, am I to be released?
At least I had a hunger for more
Way down in my electric pit
Where all you gimps reign supreme
Where I by your strings are dangling
Twinkle, twinkle, dangling, tip, tap, toe
Is this a human feast? I was in slumber
Now, am I to be released?
At least I had a hunger for more
Final, fatal, fatal force, feed the flame once more
Final, fatal, fatal force to get rid of yourself
This final verdict with a diabolical view
Can I ever be free from what is pulling me through?
Narcissistic, pure electric, the savior incarnated
Is this a human feast? I was in slumber
Now, am I to be released?
At least I had a hunger for more
Final, fatal, fatal force, feed the flame once more
Final, fatal, fatal force to get rid of yourself
So you say I'm just a wicked soul
Well, watch me operate, come on
So you see me coming back for more
You trace my steps like a fucking dog
Nameless, clueless, a brick in the game
Soon to be removed from the face of the earth
Is this a human feast? I was in slumber
Now, am I to be released?
At least I had a hunger for more
Is this a human feast? I was in slumber
Now, am I to be released?
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