bad victim from mangled by floricide

i'm down in the basement chewing on my flesh
i can't you off of me, i can't get me out of me
i'm up in the attic beating myself to death
even though i never sleep, i can't get you out of my dreams

if i gave you my hands, would you nail them to the floor?
i've taken far too much but i'm still begging for more
i am the blushing bride, i'm the veal that you consume
i'm sick to death of me when i should instead be sick of you

i carved a hole into my mattress and shoved myself inside
do you still get off on me? did you make me into me?
i crawled into my bedroom wall, stayed there until i died
even though i never speak, i hear you every time i scream

if i gave you my hands, would you nail them to the floor?
i've taken far too much but i'm still begging for more
i am the blushing bride, i'm the veal that you consume
i'm sick to death of me when i should instead be sick of you

i'm on fire all the time
i'm on fire all the time
i'm on fire all the time
i'm on fire all the fucking time

bad victim

• Alternative
• bedroom
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• Wisconsin