Untitled VIII.
What can I do?
Can't shut it up
Can't shut it out
Can't shut it down
I am forced to endure this torture
And I can't take much more
Gotta get away from you
Get up, stop feeling sorry for myself
But I don't want any evil-bearing ego
Don't want to become
The self-rightous pigs I despise
I need some help
To regain a soul I probably never lost
Just forgot it was there