I don't think I'll receive what is mine
I won't beg for what I know isn't out there
I'll take this to the end
To hide what's underneath
A crooked smile, to bring them to their knees
Primal thoughts, intrude inside your mind
You let them in, you let them thrive
I don't think I'll receive what is mine
I won't beg for what I know isn't out there
Nothing to find, you let them thrive
Can you lose what can't be found
You can't kill what is already dead
I don't think you could take what I've been through
You could make it this far
I'm not afraid of what I'll face, and what I'll find here
I've been through worse and won
What a sick fucking taste
I won't let it go to waste
Where I'll never be found
Just a chase, for a taste
Can you lose what can't be found
You can't kill what is already dead
I don't care about judgment
Cliche is what they say when they're afraid of me
Don't know a thing about justice
But this whole world is fake
There's no such thing as shame
How do you lose what can't be found
You can't kill what is already dead
I'll make a grave a throne
What a sick fucking place
But I'd really like a taste
Yeah, this hole is my home
And I've made it my throne
Where I'll never be found
This is where I'd like to stay