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