leashes like a matryoshka doll
you rip one off but you're still a dog
sit next to la plage
my mind filled with fogged
it's a sunny day
but my life is a swamp

do i have an addictive personality?
my obsession carries over from one to the next
the sessions and season happen without reason
my mind is criminal treason
i betray myself
i just can't sit still

i hate my life, i try to escape
these men dissapear like smoke from a vape
i'm running around a hall of mirrors
in the end i'm always alone
playing this stupid game
there's always more, and they're all the same

being used like a toy
of course it's by a boy
cause they're minds are so feeble
they get brainwashed by physical reality
and i float out of my body like a ghost
into duality, individuality

i split up
i sit up
i spit up
i'm a baby
i'm *******
psychotic
neurotic
and crazy

but of course i change
unlike before
you thought you knew me
now there's more layers under the surface
so peel me away
and see my rotten core

you know your sins will always resurface
there's always more
buried away
your little secrets
are in my brain
and it seeps through like pain

i'm bleeding sweet nectar
THERES ALWAYS MORE OF IT
THERES ALWAYS MORE of it
THERES ALWAYS MORE of it
THERES ALWAYS MORE of it
THERES ALWAYS MORE