Enhancer

Up on a pedestal
It's all material
The hands, the hands, the hands
That feed
They're on, they're on, they're on
To me

Those horrible lies
I'm cut down in size
You sharpen the blade
You're dead on the knife

You grow to fill the space
You're rotting either way
I scan the corners mentally
This isn't what it's meant to be
In my head

Those horrible lies
I'm cut down in size
You sharpen the blade
You're dead on the knife

You're dead on the knife

Those horrible lies
They're on to me