Pseudomorph

I know your face
I've seen you here before
Again you came
So now I have to go
Became bounded
Now that it's becoming
Something more
Your disease
Is my affection
Cruel passion out of my control

I want to thank you for the faces you have given me
Though my bane I wore them with pride
The chalice of my broken soul is mended
No need for them I'll leave them behind
The bliss machine is set into motion
Pull the handle rotate the dial
I create you I can break you
You are me so say your goodbye

I am the enemy now
You are the end of my dreams
I play the pseudomorph
Because you're just like me

The dismal place
I came to call my home
Now it's all yours
I have nowhere to go
It's all over
The pieces are scattered
On the floor
Your disease
Is my affection
Cruel passion of my broken soul

In a vain endeavor to now or never
Forge a man out of myself I will try
To free my thoughts of all this commotion
And let the turmoil pacify
The bliss machine has fallen out of order

No use playing with the dial
Though omnipresent in all estimation
You are me so say your goodbye

I am the enemy now
You are the end of my dreams
I play the pseudomorph
Because you're just like me
I am the enemy now
You are the end of my dreams
I play the simple whore
Because you're just like me

Just one of me...