Internal Conflict
Internal Conflict - The Sociopath Next Door lyrics
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Irrational existence, An artist of deliverance. Society, The vegatative state of active euthanasia, Enduring sickness of mass appeal media. personal axis decline, This painful escalation, Obsessive compulsion, I do it for the taste, Broken self perception, You're all my staple. I do it for the taste. Unrelenting hunger, This curious need, A once quiet boy, This proactive monster, A man-made God, Of mass appeal media. How do you sleep at night? Now reassure yourselves. I am the sick one. Personal axis decline, This painful escalation, Obsessive compulsion, I do it for the taste, Broken self perception, You're all my staple. I do it for the taste. I can taste it in the air, My veins, pregnant with intent, I am born of the media, Son of the media.