Dying Fetus - Reveling in the Abyss lyrics

Sunken and swollen, left to sink in bed
Numb to all the pain and shame
Procrastinate every thought every breath
Zombieland playground is what you
Have earned till death
Lost in space where depression
Fails to grab hold
Dull, dim-witted, slurred drivel to behold
Dazed, confused, you are checked out
Forgot what the stress was about
Lazy and crooked doctors give in to
Your pathetic cries of forfeit
Built-in ready excuses it was subscribed to
I'm not going to die today
Oblivious to any criticism
Legal and ordered to consume
Given up for all accounts
Deadly brew of pills, I deny

Self-subscribing, pain or mental?
Extra ground up in how many bumps?


Closest thing to rapture enjoy
Ignore disgrace, it's non-existent

Lonely place of degradation
Misery likes company
Tell their story to each other
Their modified history
Junkie birds of a feather
New lies weave easily
So proud of the victim status
Share the pain and believe
Sum of the day's score is how
Content you're meant to be
Hiding in your dungeon
Gloomy place of depravity
Sickly and contagious, aura of negativity
You're drenched in the squalor
State of degeneracy

Baffled by being avoided
Family and friends look for the exit's
In denial of excessive self-loathing
Looking for pity and any will do
Trying to force people to sympathize
Putting on the show of your misfortune
No one wants to hear about your decline
Or wants to watch your self-destruction

Reveling in the abyss, the vacant stare
Almost unconscious
Forget about all the shit that's piled high
Hoard the stuff that's not enough
Then the trash is adding up
Preying on others' understanding
Single out who will empathize
Betray the trust of dispersed pity
Squander any currency you think
You're entitled to receive
Pessimist till the end
Debbie-Downer is not your friend
Manipulation to the highest degree

Lies you tell are eventual truth
Piece of shit you don't even fucking know it
Forsaken and marooned

Time is running short on
Feeling sorry for yourself
Your body's failing not made
For the insalubrious
Your weakened state, the result of neglect
The toll you have taken from self-medication

Sleeping in garbage
And effectively abandoned
Fuming alone about everyone's callousness
You are the trash that others have taken out
Removed the burden
That's had them weighed down