FeedRat

[LYRICS] Feeding the creature that speaks in my voice; reaching for toxins, quickening death. Believing I still have the choice like a feed rat in water, writhing toward breath. Yellow teeth; blackened lungs; crooked bones; receding gums. No moderation; no self-control; overindulgence is all that I know. I've held onto this crutch for too long; I am no longer strong; but I must press on. How can we stand to endure such a cost? Sickness and ritual -- novelties lost. Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate; contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day. Same old shit, different day. Same old shit, different day. Overthink; complicate; recommit; hesitate; contradict; medicate; same old shit; different day. Quickening death.