I have no ego, I have no soul.
I am a brain, my heart is a hole.
Nothing comes in, and nothing comes out.

I thrive off myself and no one else.

I am my own savior, I am my own curse.

I am my own reason for things getting worse.

I once heard whispers coming from trees.

They said if you were a garden, then I'd be the weeds,
Spreading through your heart and collecting it's seeds.
One day you will see that I'm just a disease.


You are a spectator, so keep watch from afar,
Because you'll never find the lock to this heart.

I am a dark path, and you sure would get lost,
If you ever tried to look past the moss.


I am my own savior, I am my own curse.
I am my own reason for things getting worse.


I once heard whispers coming from trees.
They said if you were a garden, then I'd be the weeds,
Spreading through your heart and collecting it's seeds.

One day you will see that I'm just a disease.

There is a plague inside my veins,

It eats away at all my pains,
And leaves my blood as cold as ice.
Love to me is just a vice.