Passed out
While you drank the last
Of my humanity

Should have told you
There really isn’t very much
Of that left in me

Came to with a start
Almost disturbed you
Wish I could have seen your face

So very hungry
Disappointed in me
But desperate now you’d had a taste

And it makes me burn
And it makes me sweat
And it makes me hard
And it makes me fret

I grind my teeth
Punch through walls
Cough up blood
But we all know that
It isn't over yet

Rocking back and forth
In the space
That you left behind

Reach across to touch you
But there is only emptiness
For me to find

Feel my skin go taut
I'm going back down
Should never have come up for air

You're so addictive
And I'm dependant
On the only drug that cares

And it makes me burn
And it makes me sweat
And it makes me hard
And it makes me fret

I grind my teeth
Punch through walls
Cough up blood
But we all know that
It isn't over yet

Not over...

Our kind is legion
We don't see
Your authority

Depression contagion
Told we're wrong
By the minority

We are ten feet tall
A million strong
We never need to feel alone again

You hide your affliction
And call it religion, how convenient
You invented our pain

And it makes me burn
And it makes me sweat
And it makes me hard
And it makes me fret

I grind my teeth
Punch through walls
Cough up blood
But we all know that
It isn't over yet

Not over...

Fear the things you make to replace you
Fear the things you make to replace you
We are the things you have made to replace you
Fear us, fear us, fear us, fear us