I was naive
Under the impression that forced rainy days were just the instigator for your behaviour
Kept in jar but the jar was shaken, easy justification for your frustration
Hard to swallow that you're a bitter shill searching for thrills
Telling strangers to overdose on pills begging for blood to be spilled

I thought some fresh air would do you good, but I've learned it is that wasted on those like you
It was a mistake to think that some real connection is all you needed, I stand corrected
Forget what I advised, just stay inside
You're no good to the world in any form

Fuck your perspective
Repulsive insect crushed
Feel your exoskeleton collapse

A feeble whisper in a world of noise
A crooked posture in a crowd standing up straight
Such greasy fingertips focused on the pleasure of
Diffusing your responsibility

You make me wanna be sick but I wouldn't waste a bit of good food on the idea of you
Your place has been confined to a small hole in the earth where no light would dare to shine
Go with your modern immoral morse code and find your favourite thread to pull, nothing but damage
I'll let you out when your dogtooth grows, until then you're not fit to contribute to anything, anything

A feeble whisper
A crooked posture
Diffuse your responsibility
Endorse your tragic reality
Don't go outside