| Chin to my knees, wrists interlocked |
| I’m rocking back and forth, I’m trapped in my thoughts |
| They hit me just like the cognizance |
| Of how I killed my lover and I have no defence |
| Chin to my knees, wrists interlocked |
| I’m rocking back and forth, I’m trapped in my thoughts |
| Lurking like a venomous snake, they grasp onto my throat |
| Somehow with bloodshot eyes, it feels like I’ve been left afloat |
| So someone fix me, make me new with clay and mud |
| Anti-tremor medication surging through my blood |
| Claustrophobic, I am so sick |
| I have manic depressive symptoms of a schizophrenic |
| Need a medic, I’m emphatic |
| Of how I need to rid this memory from my head |
| Claustrophobic, I am so sick |
| I have manic depressive symptoms of a schizophrenic |
| Need a medic, I’m emphatic |
| Of how I need to rid this memory from my head |
| The pain and hatred |
| Will always be something |
| I remember forever |
| And ever and after |
| Everybody’s screaming, they’re sounding the alarms |
| They take away sharp objects so I can’t cut my arms |
| They tell me that I’m impulsive 'cause I’m a fucking mess |
| I shut my eyes and picture her body in that bloody dress |
| «Are you okay? «, what do you say? |
| «Thank you, doctor, for the pills that you gave me today» |
| Voices like the walls, in my head, in the halls |
| The doctors and delusions, I can’t even think at all |
| The pain and hatred |
| Will always be something I |
| The pain and hatred |
| Will always be something |
| I remember forever |
| And ever and after |
| Voices like the walls, in my head, in the halls |
| The doctors and delusions, I can’t even think at all |
| They’re closing in on me now and I can’t breathe |
| I want to be alone but they’ll never, ever leave |
| Voices like the walls, in my head, in the halls |
| The doctors and delusions, I can’t even think at all |
| They’re closing in on me now and I can’t fucking breathe |
| I want to be alone but they’ll never, ever leave |