All paranoia and panic
In a world so hungry
A fork and knife ready behind each pair of eyes
How many butchers behind every hello
When I step forward
Will they have their nets waiting?
With crooked smiles thank me?

And you know how cookie-crumble I am
Each cut felt so keenly
Each sting swallows me whole

And baby don't you know
You give a little of yourself up
Each time you step outside?
Like the moment you came out from the womb
You sacrifice a little safety for freedom
And the chance to be hurt
Hurt like any other degenerate
Hungry like the rest
Hungry and never safe
In the hands of *****

Cold boys like us may find any excuse to complain
To claw our own eyes out
Thinking how lucky we each are
To never meet