World War Me

YOU!
YOU!

Let's starve down to the bone
we're looking better boney 
Who needs figure anyway? 
Stay with me, stay with me
So I can dig my nails deep in your cave 

It feels better now without control, oh girl 
You look better blurry angel 
Why do we need to be sanitary
when the world's so filthy anyway? 

Oh poor me, oh poor you, oh
Oh poor me, oh poor you, oh
Poor unfortunate child 
I can't [bad word] away 

I'm a one life, hopeless dirty animal baby 
And I bow down to my feeble brain 
Aberrated, primitive
stay with me, stay with me 

No food for weeks I've never felt better 
We look better famished, girl 
Hightail to our lush escape 
And leave our filthy world away 

Oh poor me, oh poor you, oh
Oh poor me, oh poor you, oh
Poor unfortunate child 
I can't [bad word] away 

I'm on the verge of self [bad word] 
Suffering because of my selfish voices 
I'm on the verge of self [bad word] 
Suffering because I gave up on myself and everyone 

Oh poor me, oh poor you, oh
Oh poor me, oh poor you, oh
Poor unfortunate child 
I can't [bad word] away
Poor unfortunate child 
I can't [bad word] away