Eartling - Accident At İnjured Strings

I'm on the end of it
I pretend a bit
To be a misfit
So simplistic
Spend my days voyeuristic
It ain't real
Premeditated for the feel
I'm a plastic thief with no belief in what i steal
I starve myself and of course
It's just a sea of hunger

I want it and i want more
I want it and i want more

I saw the empty frame
Just hanging down my wall
Dehydrated screams be coming from the hall
Someone's accupuncturing themselves
With insecurity