they're trying to take me down a couple notches but nothing they say will ever hit me like they wanted but we know that's a lie constantly covering insecurity we know it's a mask of never-ending grandiosity

over and over, i let my ego over-inflate it's just a show in the never-ending cabaret and while we're on the subject of my ballooning ego who could love a narcissistic schizotypal freak like me?

apathetic nights alone maybe someday i'll be able to love for now it's an act i've never felt anything more than a dash and all i have is anger and my lack of human connection maybe someday i'll be able to love like you

over and over i take a wild approach to a tune even the beat is half-baked, rusted off the loop and while we're on the subject of my habits breaking everything why listen to an awful little fucked-up freak like me

over and over i push away the people i love it's just a facade, a lie there's no one i can trust and while you stare and laugh at my spiral KILL THE LIGHTS, KILL THE MICS who'd believe a piece of shit psycho little freak like me