| Foggy streets don’t remember a thing yeah
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| Silence just blast in my ears I can’t think yeah
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| Aimless wandering around just to make sense
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| Of my mental state yeah I am fucked
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| Constantly chased by manifestations of my past
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| It’s like you have my organs mixed up yeah it’s wrong
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| So where do I go yeah where do I see
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| I don’t really know much yeah about me
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| Hearing rusted bearings yeah squeak in the fan frame
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| Two new pair of wires wrapped in my ribcage
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| Feel a bit shit yah don’t know how to cope man
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| Don’t make sens how I ended up this way
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| Feel the wires cutting my back and it’s not fair
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| Hospital beds just push till I break yeah
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| Theirs a smile on your face when you lock that door man
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| Push me to the floor and you say i’ll get better
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| Now im just fucked up lost trust in my own head
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| In an apartment with dark thoughts yeah they’re closing in
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| 1996 with a mouth full of lead yeah
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| Who the fuck am I yeah I don’t know who I am
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| Wake up cold sweats take a few more meds
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| Lockdown lose touch yeah your not my friend
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| Till I find peace
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| In my own hell
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| Im shaking im changing am I the one who’s dead
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| Lost reality when I sit in my head
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| I’ve been flailing down falling in is no end
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| If I sink any lower i’ll lose my chance
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| Lost my way no im not gonna mend
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| Push me away yeah maybe it is for the best
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| Yeah truth be told I already hate myself
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| Til you find out I don’t exist
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| Yeah so hang me up with the noose yeah ill kick me off
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| It doesn’t really matter cus I wake up lost
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| Strapped to a bed where I can’t really breathe
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| Life’s just mundane yeah its fucking bleak
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| Rusty fences trap me like a birdcage
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| Looking after me cus I break like sticks yeah
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| Waking up in another location not free
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| I don’t really know much yeah about me |