Cult of Personality

Let him die, that she may not stand naked before him

Young man, show me the depths of your pain
Like the rest
He speaks in a low voice and tells me

What about me?
Oh, this life is painful, it's irreverent, and it's ugly
My dear foam flower
Do you even know what I'm capable of?
My dear foam flower
Do you even know what I'm capable of?
My dear foam flower
Do you even know what I'm capable of?
I hurt myself
I hurt myself
I hurt myself
Where's my cult of personality?

The hands forget
But the neck remembers
The axe forgets
But the flesh remembers

I am a creature
A disgusting thing
And I hurt myself so bad
So bad

It's gone too far
Too far
The fantasy has gone too far
You didn't deserve this
The fantasy
You didn't deserve this
It's gone too far
Too far
You didn't deserve this