Wrath of the Bathroom Scale

Staring down at numbers cold and fierce Reflecting dread and all my fears Spinning circles in my head Am I alive or half way dead Targets moving all the time Love myself or pay the fine In the mirror truth is frail Can't escape the bathroom scale Wrath of the bathroom scale Always tipping truth's thin veil Chasing shadows through the night Society's constant fight Whispers in the dark do tell Haunted by this metal spell Judged by digits lost and found In its grip we're tightly bound Trade my soul for that last pound Silent screams without a sound Numbers on a fearless march Judgement strikes without a heart Wrath of the bathroom scale Always tipping truth's thin veil Chasing shadows through the night Society's constant fight