Built-in Obsolescence

I cum and shake

Like I'm a fucking doll

Like I'm dull and built

With a vibrating device attached

I came with it from the store

I suffocate my screaming

In my elderly pillow

I taste the pillowcase

I'm hungry and empty

I'm inflatable so that makes sense

You have to fill me up 

So you can see the holes

Properly

So you can ruin me 

Properly

Just blow me up and see

Is it an invitation?

It's not like you have to pay

Or anything

For the visit, for the tour

I'm a theme park

And you know what's the theme here

I think of you

While I fuck myself

And the sorrow

Enters me with fingers

Being lonely is

The only place I know

My bed is cold

Even when it's heated

I can only stand cold,

You'll figure it out

I wanna rage about it

I want to kick you 

Outside

Of my body

Of my brains

Of my spirit

But you're the carbon 

That I force into my lungs

The same way

I used to swallow your pride

A candy for an anorexic

The biggest meal of the day

I drink some water

And try to pretend

That I'm not disposable

That I can feel anything

But I'm a blow-up doll, 

Sweetie

I taste like candy and abuse

You cannot tell I smoked

But you can tell a bunch of monsters

Have visited me

Well, It's kind of a free ride

If you know what I mean

So jump on it already

Play with me

And throw me in the garbage

When the air starts leaking

Once you're no longer able

To get any pleasure in me