The Sociopath Next Door Lyrics

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.

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