Bitterness By Discipline — Die So Fluid

Crush them into the ground to make yourself look tall.
Tough little seeds grow from cesspit scorn.
Talking 'bout all the outfits you've never worn.
(In your dreams.)
Cut down to size you're pretty low on the wall.

Spite insufferable.
You pull my bones through my skin.
Don't let it in.
Bitterness by discipline.

Just 'cos you gave up it doesn't mean I will.
The flame we hold inside means we can climb until we implode.
You're scared of dying all on your own.
Wherever you stand you'll never reach my controls.

Don't try to turn me.
Now I see clearly.
Don't try.
Don't try.