Get It Out - Year Of The Knife

Please, please, please

Please get it out

This parasite

That’s eating me alive

Domesticated from the start

Programmed to not think freely

Everything I’ve turned into

Has taught me that this isn’t me

Please get it out

What’s eating me alive

Is it me that lets it thrive?

Or was I born under a bad sign?

Or was I born under a bad sign?

True forms drown in distorted realities

That sink their fangs into identities

These snakes fill thoughts

In my head and chest

With poison I can’t fucking digest

Get it out

Please, please, please

Please get it out

This parasite

That’s eating me

Eating me

Eating me alive

Please get it out

This parasite

That’s eating me

Alive, alive, alive, alive

True forms drown in distorted realities

That sink their fangs into identities