THE ID AND THE EGO Lyrics

Where did you wake up porcelain one?

My libido is close to none

Your sex and violence starts at home

And there's still life in those old bones

I hang myself from a megaphone

I still feel your pulse

When you're dead to me

I still feel your touch

With other hands on me

There's no more strings left on me

There's no strings

There are no more strings

Left

On

Me

I watched you

Turn into

What I despise

Covert narcissism my butterfly