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ghost (vocaloid) – appetite of a people​-​pleaser كلمات اغاني

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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 unhealthy it is
‘cus there isn’t anything i’d rather be

call me obsequious, i guess i’m a bit dramatic
sometimes my appet-te 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 ident-ty
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 appet-te is violently contrary
irreconcilable perceptions appeal to my obsessions
the nausea is overwhelming

whether i’ve been caramelized or rotten to the core
which one should i be?
‘cus i dunno who i’m supposed 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 in 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 appet-te 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 ident-ty
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 ident-ty
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?

ah!

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