Nervosa - Silent Planet

Look straight through me, look at the nightmare

Our past is but a dream that we’re trying to escape

Trying to evade to erase ourselves

Look through me and see the advent of our obsessions

Behold, your child, perfection

A rotting shell of atrophy

Watching: crowds like crows, we furiously flock to tragedy

Observe the hurt then hasten back to our peaceful, quiet nests of blasphemy

Scapegoat: rather die and know, drag your failing body in tow

Witnessing the wake, conflagrate the ready oil at the stake

Binging: the culmination of purging what our lusts have borne

We hoarded all the world to find we’d lost any semblance of ourselves

This dying dance

I am not my own reflection

I am not myself, I am not myself

No, I am haunted by a non-existent lover

The specter, the ghost, the soul-starving host

I am haunted by a non-existent lover

I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness

Invisible to me

I’ll be pale to match the walls and warped to trace the beams

Flushed to fit across the floor so you can step right over me

Scouring this filthy slate, these crooked bones they won’t break straight

Cracked and splintered like our house, upended by that first summer squall

Fading: so thin, you could snap me into the shape you need

Gaunt enough to slide through that wedding dress then stitch me to a

Fraying matrimony

Embalmed inside a never-ending ceremony

I am not my own reflection

I am not myself, I am not myself

No, I am haunted by a non-existent lover

The specter, the ghost, the soul-starving host

I am haunted by a non-existent lover

I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness

Invisible to me

Invisible to me

Invisible to me