From the outside, it’s hard to comprehend anything
What's in your heart, what's in your mind
Can you be trusted with it?
I smell that pitiful liar
Striking the match, your life ablaze
Look into his eyes, you'll know
You're born to feed the Charismatic Beast
I think he likes you. Don't you?
I've seen you sucking his fingers
Licking your lips
Degrading yourself for him
You turn to butter in his hands
Split down the middle, your eyes still locked onto his
Uncoiling intestines, spilling onto the floor
Still clung to the pitiful liar
Holding the blade and blaming you
Look into his eyes, you'll know
You're born to feed the Charismatic Beast
I think he likes you. Don't you?
I've seen you sucking his fingers
Licking your lips
Degrading yourself for him
You turn to butter in his hands
Pounding such pain and suffering
Yet in your eyes he could do no wrong
What fervor?!
Such hate
A proper artist with a blade
You're born to feed the Charismatic Beast
I think he likes you. Don't you?
I've seen you sucking his fingers
Licking your lips
Degrading yourself for him
You turn to butter in his hands
