Cursed Form - Serrated Wings

Parasitic Touch
Parasitic Touch
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
You'll live and learn to fucking starve
Consequence of burning bridges
With the fire that you start
Treading water
You have no hold on me
I see you for what you are
Self righteous fucking leech
Selfish fuck I hope you rot
Corroded, now all is lost
You are sick and depraved
We are not the same
Life is a bitch, put it down
Turn your back like everyone else
Smoke and mirrors, all I see
A weak gimmick helps you sleep
Running out of lies
This game you play
Upon your pedestal
It crumbles beneath the weight
You are not a god
You are nothing more than another
False prophet
You are not a god
Self righteous leech I'll cut you off
You backstabbing piece of shit
I hope you fucking choke on it
You are not a god
You are nothing more than another
False prophet
You are not a god
Self righteous leech I'll cut you off
Life is a bitch, put it down
Turn your back like everyone else
Smoke and mirrors are all I see
A weak gimmick helps you sleep
You are not a god
Crumble at the thought
You are just insufferable and dense
Spewing empty threats
Miserable, I'm fucking over it
Just remember this
You are nothing more than just a pest
Living in your mess
Filth

Written by:
Alex Emert, Zack Provins

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