GLUTTONY // PIECES

I've got some bones to bury
Too many closet skeletons
Their whispers echo dark deeds
Their shadows dance across my skin
(It's so thin...)
I've got a taste for envy
To be content would be a sin
So when I'm running empty
I've carve a space to put you in (I'll force you in)
Again... (I want it, I need it)
I... I fill the holes in myself with
Pieces that I take from everyone else but...
I... I can't seem to find the right ones to fall in place
Or take away the pain
(Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap bah dah dah)
(Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap bah dah, bap bah dah)
You've built up walls but I'm compelled
To keep on picking at the shell
I just can't seem to help myself
I'll float around here like a curse
With no care who I have to hurt
You'll wonder if it could get worse...
(Yes)
I... I fill the holes in myself with
Pieces that I take from everyone else but...
I... I can't seem to find the right ones to fall in place
Or take away the pain
Fan the flame, stoke and strain... 'til I'm filled
Victim blame, and put to shame, 'til you're felled
I... I cut the holes in my fucking self (pieces that I take)
And everyone else but...
I... I can't seem to find the right ones to fall in place
Or take away the pain