Matthew A. Carrillo - Infinite Sickness (The Origin of the Disease) Lyrics

The world
Does not revolve
Around whatever f*cking star
You think you were born to be
If the gravity of your situation
Doesn't get to you first
I will happily be
The singularity event you need
To bring your egocentric universe
Crashing back down to earth

Your last line of defense
Is a false sense of security
You always trick yourself
Into thinking is bulletproof
Until a motherf*cker like me
Brings a BIG knife
To your little gunfight

You and your
Borderline shit
Type hate
Personality
Are always
Six degrees of
Separation anxiety
Away from supersizing
Your inferiority complex
With a self-righteous diagnosis
And a disorder of side effects

I've kept all the sticks and Stones
You've ever thrown at me
And built a temple to myself with them
But it might as well be a sandcastle
Doomed to be swept
Under the rug
In your f*cking throne room

You and your
Borderline shit
Type hate
Personality
Are always
Six degrees of
Separation anxiety
Away from supersizing
Your inferiority complex
With a self-righteous diagnosis
You made in your infinite sickness

You are the origin of your own disease
A lethal dose of your own medicine
Is just what you need

You and your
Borderline shit
Type hate
Personality
Are always
Six degrees of
Separation anxiety
Away from supersizing
Your inferiority complex
With a self-righteous diagnosis
You made in your infinite sickness

You are the origin of your own disease