1. Expectorate

From the recording Deeper Than I Thought


Never had the time for me
Close the door right in my face
Pardon me if I don't grieve
The things in me that you erased

Can't find anything to cope
I'm an abject misathrope

I can feel this slip away
Doesn't matter what you say
I hear you expectorate
My name with all of your hate
You taught this to me
Hate all that I see
Slave to memory, my fate

Pretending like you'll leave me be
Then drag me back to take some more
Forgive this lack of sympathy
Now your turn to be ignored