Schistosoma

verse 1

The most dangerous thing you can do is be entirely transparent

in front of people who have spent their lives wearing masks.

They look at your honesty and assume it must be a sophisticated trap,

a deeper, more cynical strategy than the ones they use daily.

They spend hours dissecting your simplest, most innocent statements,

searching for the hidden malice that they themselves would have included.

Chorus

Feed the parasites with your silence and your distance,

let them starve on the rumors they invent.

They want to see you hide behind a mask like the one they wear

They want to see you hide behind a mask like the one they wear

post Chorus

I am no longer the decoration in your room of sorrows.

Clear the air, turn the lights on,

And watch me leave you in the dark.

Verse 2

These are the architects of the subtle, backhanded compliment,

the ones who smile with their teeth but keep their eyes cold.

They will tell you your passion is "highly unusual" or "brave,"

using polite language as a shield to disguise their deep resentment.

They cannot comprehend why you do not hide your true thoughts

because they have spent decades burying their own identity.

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Chorus

Feed the parasites with your silence and your distance,

let them starve on the rumors they invent.

They want to see you hide behind a mask like the one they wear

They want to see you hide behind a mask like the one they wear

post Chorus

I am no longer the decoration in your room of sorrows.

Clear the air, turn the lights on,

And watch me leave you in the dark.

solo

solo

Bridge

A parasite does

Bridge- build

A parasite does not know how to cultivate its own garden,

so it tries to pave over yours and call it progress.

They look at your blooming field and see an insult to their dry dirt,

so they invite you into their desert to show you how normal it is to thirst.

Chorus

Feed the parasites with your silence and your distance,

let them starve on the rumors they invent.

They want to see you hide behind a mask like the one they wear

They want to see you hide behind a mask like the one they wear

post Chorus

I am no longer the decoration in your room of sorrows.

Clear the air, turn the lights on,

And watch me leave you in the dark.