Bottom Feeder

I knew right from the start

One day panic and everything falls apart

In absolute dark

End game, in for the kill

Like some language

Emotions are not refilled

So hauntingly still

If I had to tell the truth

I would rather be a liar

Feeding off of the abuse

Because I need something more than you

I crave spasms and spark

Tight rope victim embracing my battle scars

A laboring heart

One last message to send

My dead branches

They break, they refuse to bend

All static again

If I had to tell the truth

I would rather be a liar

Feeding off of the abuse

Because I need something more than you

The severing of ties

The parting of our lives

The bitter blue

And there's not room enough for you

Humiliating cold

The pieces that I sold

To deepest black

The love I lost and can't get back

If I had to tell the truth

I would rather be a liar

Feeding off of the abuse

Because I need something more than you

If I had to tell the truth

I would rather be a liar

Feeding off of the abuse

Because I need something more than you

I need something more than you