Текст песни Appetite of a People-Pleaser - Ghost and Pals

Ideas forming out of thin air
These indulgences none can compare
So many flavors that one would abhor
Even though I've had enough
I still demand
Give me more
I need a whole personality
Something inordinately sweet
Order anything you'd like
Nothing's changing my mind
I don't care how unhealty it is
'Cus there isn't anything I'd rather be
Call me obsequious
I guess I'm a bit dramatic
Sometimes my appetite is eerily erratic
Give me your dire expectations
And I'll consume perfection
You are what you eat, after all
Everything combines into one
So many flavors that one would abhor
And I know I've had enough
I've gone too far
Now that I've become a full-course identity
Take a bite of me
I hope that I've become a favorable delicacy
That I'm worth something
I'll eat 'em all the thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet
Just to make them happy
Wondering why I'm a burden or so it seems
Aren't I everything?
Maybe if I try a little harder, it will be okay one day
Keep on eating more and more
Divide my life away into servings
And go beyond the point of no return
I know I'm subservient but all of this is necessary
Sometimes my appetite is violently contrary
Irreconcillable perceptions
Appeal to my obsessions the nausea is overwhelming
Whether I've been caramelized or rotten to the core
Which one should I be?
'Cuz I dunno who I'm aupposed to be anymore
And it's sickening
I'll overeat the implications of your thoughts
Just to make you happy
Nonetheless, I feel my insides are tied to knots
Aren't I more than everything?
I'm a recipe for entropy
I'm too overwhelming
Give me your validation
I can taste your apprehension
These flavors of personality
Are hindering my likeability
My impulsive desire
My appetite has spoiled my urge to satisfy
Everyone will like me more without it
Everyone will like me more without it
Now that I've become the perfect identity
Take a bite of me
I hope that I've become a flavorless delicacy
That I'm good enough
And now that I've become the perfect identity
What else do you need?
'Cus I dunno who I'm supposed to be anymore
And I'm starving
I'll purge 'em all the thoughts of anyone I'll ever meet
Why aren't you happy?!
Nonetheless, I know my insides are empty
Aren't I more than everything?