Ocd - witchrider

Bet you say that you want it

Until the grease comes out

Bet you say that you’re livin'

But the hole fills up with doubt

Say that you want it, say it and then

You’ll never know you’re wrong

Say that you need it, say it

It’s the obsession you prolong

You say you ride the tide

Cutting holes on the inside

You can’t prevent the mole

To be spying on your soul

Bet you think that you need it

Until the water boils

Bet you think that you’re living

Until you crumble into soil

Say that you love it, say it and then

You’ll never know you’re wrong

Say that you feel it, say it

It’s the obsession you prolong

Gain and avail not found

You’re about to hit the ground

We always will remain

Just a mix of bleach and stains, ahhh!