Individuality
To where infantile men lie around
Dark in a sea of my seeds
Was it something that I said?
Itching and nibbling for a small piece of sanity
And a little heaven spent
While the hell I'm taking
My God's a little sick
The body is a temple, a dormant alter
While your blood I'm taking
And he wants me crazy
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
Who are you, who can say
And the tears on which you feed, you feed
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah
Oh, the tightness in my chest
They are abhorred in self-worth
Thieves, parasites, hide from life
Still your leaves I'm raking
Of which you can not give, shit
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Live to be part of me
Buying pennies with my soul
Was it fun creating, yeah?
You know they'll remember me
Lord, is this a test
It's okay to live through me?
Was it how they're breakin', yeah
You spend me like a tree
