Excessive Cutlery

You will find out, cant save yourself, from it
Dumb founded I know the reason
Possession, conceited visions wont save your wasted life

Stop, and feel the weight, on top of everything
One more piece wont right the next wrong
To run (when the walls keep closing in) - repeat x3

Are you blind?
Consider what your place is when you prostitute
Those things you love then fall upon your knife
You want a reason
Then put a thorn in the side of your rose coloured freedom
Palms bleeding, one drop will stop you breeding

Stop, and feel the weight, on top of everything
One more piece will right the next wrong
It's not your fault, takes hold of everything
Time can't heal the pain inside you
To run (when the walls keep closing in) - repeat x3

I can see the end
One more to collect
Ideals bought and sold to the masses
So we crave another piece
Acquire, desire, breaking free of all these shackles

When the walls keep closing in, we measure wealth by our number of things
And take a look at the mess you've made, this selfishness
Fills the hole growing under your skin
When the world starts closing in, we measure wealth by our number of things
Take a look at the mess we've made and
Save yourself, save yourself, save yourself

Stop, and watch the world, consuming everything
One more piece wont right the next wrong
It's not your fault, takes hold of everything
Time can't heal the pain inside you
To run (when the walls keep closing in)

Why don't you just let it all fucking go