little bitter lyrics

How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh, the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Lord, is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My God's a little sick
And he wants me crazy

Who are you, who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine, yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breakin', yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You spend me like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed, you feed

The body is a temple, a dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling for a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give, shit

Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent
While the hell I'm taking

Thieves, parasites, hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah