You get hungry for the way it was
Even though the way it was
Killed you slowly
slowly broke you down
Killed the part of you
Kept apart from everyone else
part of the past you won't let die
When the best you can do is help it die
do it
Drown the voices, I'd do it for you if I could
and I can
You only have to know the difference I can show you if you let me
You take all your selfishness and fascination with evil
You take all your anger and anxieties
You take all your fears and misconceptions
You take all your judgment and hypocrisy
you see it's all hypocrisy at the core
That's keeping you away from doing something about it
We're all this way
When we all recognize it we can move to the meat of the murder
Stuff it all inside a golem, chant a few prayers
Even your dead god listens to that chant
Small case god just isn't the One that can hold it under the water
Not strong enough, not long enough to keep it under
It's got to be held under forever
Before it loosens the grip it's got on you
But the right hand, the right chant, can you tell me what's next?
Struggles and bubbles, muffled screams, it was you but no more
Murdered that illness, left it on the ocean floor
Only an illness, no demon or serpent crawling on the floor
We're killing it with chemicals, ripping theses from the door
We're tearing them up
We're throwing them out
We're never going to hunger again for the
way
it
was
from Bipolar Confessional
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