Switch

Auditory hallucinations or is it instructions planted into my brain?
 
I live in a vortex that's not even suitable for the insane,
 
I'm just a puppet for these words you whisper into my mind, turn the switch and I will deilver your new skin
 
Eating the remains while you plaster yourself in your second hand flesh, your just lost in your rotting dead skin.
 
You switch your face everyday although you always look the same, I chew on the mess while your just playing games.
 
You only speak to me in white noise, "bury the bones after you eat the spare parts" I look at you in your new face
 
I'll bury yours you fake dead whore.