Social Star
Grayscale Season
Five days of abusing, two days of release
One of these days I'm sure
I’m sure I'll start to bleed
Water in your lungs
They wish for indulgence so that we can never thrive
You will amount to nothing
Social suicide
You are worthless, ugly and blind
Fear is just a product of your mind
Water in your lungs
Is not yours to keep
Narcissistic tendencies
You're a social suicide queen
Wish for death, now you seek affection
Miss a step and you lose connection
Water in your lungs
Is not yours to keep
Grasping for the surface
Seven meters deep
You feel death running down your spine
Detach your eyes and walk the thin line