Parasite

Parasite, underneath the heart that beats us alive
Sacrifice, martyrdom the milk that momma can buy

In your mind you don't feel used
It's home, all home to you

Pantomime, hand in hand we drown
To merge with the tides
Parasite, buried in me

You say you're only inches from
The grand conveyer belt
In your mind it's all been sung
The story wrote itself
We're dead, we're dead, we're dead

You say you're only inches from
The grand conveyer belt
But in our mind it's all been sung
The story wrote itself
We're dead, we're dead, we're dead