The Moth

It's a brand new level of torture
A heartfelt cry of shame
I don't know what else to tell you
Just ignore this and walk away

I'm nothing, it's nothing
It's subjective, it's anemic
It's a heavily protected lie

What have we become?

Is this all we're gonna get
I can't bear to feel you watching me
Something we cannot reset
'Cause deep down you really disgust me

I'm a myth, I'm sin
I'm a moth with burning wings
What a harsh way to disagree

Unnatural beauty
Sweet disillusion
Quick to burn
But slow to die

Slow to die