| I was a container, I am nothing now
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| He made a flood on the floor and I was a drainer
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| Her guts leaked, I was the retainer
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| His lusts flooded and I was the restrainer
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| She threw herself up and I was the container
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| And again here we go
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| You say you’re oh, so low
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| Off course you’re starring in the show
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| I could even make your portfolio
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| But I’m the only one you’ll share it with though
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| And I entered the void
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| Just in time, nothing’s destroyed
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| Should I be worried Freud?
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| For everything that I avoid
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| Feel less like a human, might be a humanoid
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| But I still feel, a little
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| My zest was overrated, it felt good and I was devastated
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| I guess this is something that I created
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| And I never really demonstrated
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| But couldn’t you see that I was slowly deflated?
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| Oh, I guess it’s hard to see others when you’re always so got damn frustrated
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| I, I never ran away
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| Yet nothing in my bag caught my attention
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| One would guess distance is a prevention
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| But some made a new dimension
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| And now one is haunting me
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| And I entered the void
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| Just in time, nothing’s destroyed
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| Should I be worried Freud?
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| For everything that I avoid
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| Feel less like a human, might be a humanoid
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| But I still feel, a little
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| And again, here we go
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| You say you’re oh, so low
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| You say you’re oh, so low
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| I, I never ran away
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| I was there
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| I was always there |