We're not sure what exactly is going on inside the town of Beaverton,
Tom, but we're reporting that there's looting, raping, and yes,
even acts of cannibalism.

You wanna have the hand that feeds you,
but you wanna eat it too.

You wanna be imploded for delusions of delusions.

You don't have one while I'm lying here.

I might as well be useful to you, conversation starter,
as I chop my lips apart so you can finally complete me.

When you hate me in a week,
you'll even take my insides with you,
and regurgitate my words so I can never take them back.

It's such a sad,
sad sack, such a sad, sad sack, but you're not empty.

At least you're not empty.

It's such a sad,
sad sack, you're such a sad,
sad sack, but you're not empty.

At least you're not empty.

You wanna break his fingers,
but you still want them to fuck you.

You still want peace and quiet,
but your ears, they may deceive you.

But some people aren't as quick as I to recognize just who you are.

You've burnt down bridges,
slit your wrists, and still feel like it's never one to leave you.

Yeah.

It's such a sad,
sad sack, such a sad,
sad sack, but you're not empty.

You're not empty.

It's such a sad,
sad sack, you're such a sad,
sad sack, but you're not empty.

At least you're not empty.

You're filled to the brim with all the compliments you're given,
so the second that you're left alone,
you'll take what you will hold for granted.

I hope this is not wind up,
I hope your life gets worse.

I hope your life gets worse,
I hope your life gets worse.

It's such a sad,
sad sack, such a sad,
sad sack, but you're not empty.

You're not empty.

It's such a sad,
sad sack, you're such a sad, sad sack,
but you're not empty.

You're not empty.