Lyrics
Projection Screen
Entombed sloth cannot run from the torment it brings, it's so powerful. Disconnect this prosthetic head from all this waste, it's so deadening. Lack everything I've ever valued at all. And you'll sit and stare.
Help me feel you, help me cut you. Sit and stare while still theres nothing cut out the entrails that I give, we'll see just how long I'll live.
As he burrows though my chest, I ask him what he liked best. Insecure you made me. I am here to make you see.
Forget what was known. The concience is clear. And still of the floor. I need to get lower. Cause I've fallen behind and I cannot keep up with the fools who run, yet it is they who cut out, the entrails that I give, we'll see just how long I'll live.
As he burrows though my chest, I ask him what he liked best. Insecure you made me. I am here to make you see.
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