Disappearing Infamy - Street Sects

Leave us

Walk away

If you have to ask if something’s wrong

There is

If you have to wonder what went wrong

It’s you

We don’t want you

We don’t need you

We don’t know you

Wherever you go, she goes

Run

Flee here

Get away

We will beat you

We will rob you

We will teach you

That pain is how you know you’re still alive

Everything you touch, you spoil

Your stomach’s filled with gold and glass

You’re always hungry

Every time you see us here, you run away

Because, like you

We’re always hungry