I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve got you tied up in this chair maimed in my basement looking for some kind of reconciliation. All I have are my memories, terrible wretched memories. Violent heartbreaking memories. I slowly go insane. I fail at trying to regain. This is out of hand. You convinced me to let you in. I gave way to your charms; your kind words and bashful stares. Who would have thought that later on I’d be putting a razor blade to those beautiful star gazers? Pathological, addicted, deviant, selfish; your insides are black. Tell me everything I want to hear. Lie to me. It’s all you know. You know my weaknesses; you have a key to the backdoor. I handed over all the instruments to my destruction and I trusted you to lock them away and never use them. Consequence of conscience. You said I have “too many mind.” You kept me running until the very end; I should have listened to my head. Surround yourself with worthlessness.
credits
from The Worst Things In Life Come Free To Us,
released August 19, 2013
All music and lyrics written and performed by Fate Worse Than Death*.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Bryce Kariger - Rigerous Recording 2013
*Voice acting by Noelle Willyard