Black Mirror

I show, you tell I'm water in your well A ghost, a troll beneath your bridge You grow, and I sell To you my very self And most of what I know is not sacred I am not a host To this parasite who knows All my fears and wants and hopes I'm bear, you're bull Forever in your pull A byte, a food that you consume I'm spare, and you're full I'm a student in your school And I kick against the walls inside your womb I am not a host To this parasite who knows All my fears and wants and hopes Trying to combine the primal wisdom with the psychoanalytical Brevity is critical I'm a lower-middle-class white trash individual; umbilical To the fictional and the physical It's minimal trivialism all of this visible schism that I recall This intricate imbecilism falls for the simplest cynical reinstall The suspicion of commission is religion efficient once and for all I said I am not a host To this parasite who knows All my fears and wants and hopes