Pity Party Songtext
von Bitter Branches

Yeah, I′m the weird one
I'm the broken one
I′m obscene
Drinking swill from plastic bottles
Wiping blood from a young man's chin

Stealing love, to sell a grin
This is torture, not a taste test
This is murder, not subsistence
Bless this knife, drink this blood
From a plastic cup

I'm the weird one
I′m extreme


There are no victims if they remain unseen
Stealing love, to sell a grin
Bless this knife, drink this blood
From a plastic cup
We can′t be tamed
We can't be tamed
I′m the weird one
I'm extreme

The factories are full of machines that kill

Why are you

Our stomachs are bloated

Fill me up

Not

With candy-coated crimes

Screaming?

Mine the plastic in our brains
Your end has been shrink-wrapped
But I′m the weird one
I'm obscene
Why are you not screaming?