What's my satisfaction

As we decay and deflate and disappear
I can't hear
It's biting in to my skin
You look alive, tell me why

We're like a pig, overweight
Paralysis
Vertigo
I call it art, do you know
Whatever it's satisfaction

You never turn around but then I found that you were always here
Finding
Although it was too late
Trying to make a point you raise your voice
But they don't understand
My friends look upon with blank faces

As we decay and deflate and disappear
I can't hear
I'm having fun, oh God why?
You see me with detestation

You never turn around but then I found that you were always here
Finding
Although it was too late
Trying to make a point you raise your voice
But they don't understand
My friends look upon with blank faces

The candle wastes away
The fire slightly wavers
Inside a tiny room
A pretty monster's showing off
The candle wastes away
The fire slightly wavers
Inside a tiny room
A pretty monster's showing off

You never turn around but then I found that you were always here
Finding
Although it was too late
Trying to make a point you raise your voice
But they don't understand
My friends look upon with no love

You never turn around but then I found that you were always here
Finding
Although it was too late
Trying to make a point you raise your voice
But they don't understand
My friends look upon with blank faces