Dramatic

Got it in my head I really don't know what to say

They're calling me a monster now say I'm to blame

I really don't know what the hell the fan hits the wall

Spewing vile well the pile is fucking tall

Yeah? Well fuck 'em — they don't know shit but still drag our name

I'm the monster they painted, the one they love to shame

I really don't know what the hell went wrong in my brain

The fan hit the wall and now everything's stained

Doc, I'm sitting here shaking on this filthy couch again

You're looking through that beak like you can't believe what I became

They call me monster, say I'm to blame for the mess I made

But the pile of shit keeps growing taller every day

I really don't know what to say when the voices scream loud

Spewing vile from my mouth while the fan blades spin around

The shit hits and splatters, covers the walls in brown

Pile so fucking tall it's burying the whole damn town

You weak bitch, own it — you did this, you caused the crash

Now the doctor's beak is twitching, can't even hide the shock on his mask

I really don't know what the hell I was thinking back then

But the vile keeps spewing and the pile won't end

They point their fingers, call me monster, say I'm the root of pain

I stare at the floor 'cause I really don't know what to say

The fan hit the wall hard, now the room smells like decay

Spewing vile confessions while the pile grows every day

Doc, you look baffled, feathers ruffled, herbs burning fast

Can't believe another patient dropped this heavy, disgusting mass

I stitched corpses cleaner than the lies you just confessed

Humanity's a sewer but you take it to the next level of mess

I really don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do now

They're calling me monster, piling blame on my brow

The fan hit the wall, spewing vile all over the ground

The pile is fucking tall and it's pulling me down

Yeah you did it, dumbass — you built this mountain of rot

Now the plague doctor sits silent, can't even find the words to talk

I smile through the fog while the voices laugh and scream

Psychosis painting pictures in this never-ending dream

One wrong move...

and the fan hits the wall again

Spewing vile...

the pile is fucking tall my friend

So that's it Doc... that's the mess I made today

I really don't know what to say...

The monster they see is staring back at me

Another hit... mask slips...

Pile keeps growing...

See you next session...

Or maybe we bury it all.