This One

This one's for the fake
I can't even masturbate
Myself to a better place

These hands that create
All the shit I'm bound to hate
Are up to it again

And now I wonder how to trust myself again
I'll sit in hunger
At least I feel control within
This body below me, beside me, and behind me
This body below me, beside me, and behind me

This hell seminates through the walls I've built in place
My structure seems strong

And now I wonder how to trust myself again
I'll sit in hunger
At least I feel control within
This body below me, beside me, and behind me
This body below me, beside me, and behind me