Accident At İnjured Strings

I'm on the end of it I pretend a bit To be a misfit So simplistic Spend my days voyeuristic It ain't real Premeditated for the feel I'm a plastic thief with no belief in what i steal I starve myself and of course It's just a sea of hunger I want it and i want more I want it and i want more I saw the empty frame Just hanging down my wall Dehydrated screams be coming from the hall Someone's accupuncturing themselves With insecurity