It's the thing in your thighs when you're lonely at night Scroll through your phone, gettin' high off the light Numb in your chest when you close the blinds Repose in time and you tell yourself you're fine, but you
Sabotage the things you love the most Camouflage so you can feed the lie that you're composed
This is the voice in your head that says "You do not want this" This is the ache that says "You do not want him" This is the glimmer of light that you're keepin' alive When you tell yourself, "Bet I could fuck him" Why do you need love so badly? Bet it's bеcause of her daddy Bet shе was brutal and bratty Bet that she'll never be happy I bet that you're right and I'll show you in time, but I
Sabotage the things I love the most Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I'm composed
I've got a monster inside me that eats personality types She's constantly changin' her mind on the daily Think that she hates me, I'm feelin' it lately Might have to trick her and treat her to Seventy capsules or fly to a castle So at least we could say that we died bein' traveled Cultured and flattered and then I could trap her But what does it matter?
"You do not want this" This is the voice in your head that says "You do not want him" This is that space in your bed that says "Bet I could fuck him" Isn't it lonely? These are the standards to which you could hold me Think that you know me You think that you could if you hold me Think you could try to console me, but I do not know me No, I do not know me 'Cause I, 'cause I
Sabotage the things I love the most Camouflage so I can feed The lie that I'm composed ("You do not want this") Sabotage the things I love the most ("You do not want this") Camouflage so I can feed The lie that I'm composed ("You do not want this")
"You do not want this" "You do not"
Compositor: Trent Reznor / John Cunningham / Atticus Ross / Halsey