Group Therapy Lyrics

Velvet backwash

I need no read

Collar's broken

The future's bleak

Gimme a raise

For the signal phrase

But it's all in the technique

My body's broken

The bill's too high

I fall asleep for the thirteenth time

Castaway

I will write no essay

God is such a tease

Chip it all off

For two-third's pay

Go fuck yourself

But In a weak array

If you don't split

What's the point in living

Money and ballet

I build a machine

No spoken code

This shit ain't fragile

It's just morose

Colored patterns

This shit don't matter

Who can I blow

I need power

I need greed

An unobtainable lust

So fucking beg for me

I need horror

I need to bleed

A missing reality

Guaranteed

Split down

Do you fucking think that your seminar

Will cater the broken heart

Of a stupid fuck

The words are all meaningless

To interviene is to surpress

I would come to nothing less

You got an idle little fucker on stilts

Tryna conquer the guilt

I hope you're crushed to death

By the image you built

No fun in a lie

Only misery in harmony

I hope you all fucking die