| I was running from everybody else |
| And just isolating myself constantly |
| Until I got to the point where I realized |
| The problem is rooted in myself, you know? |
| But, you don’t really realize that when you’re in the midst of it |
| You just kinda assume the worst in everything around you |
| Including yourself |
| So take all that stress, decompress it |
| And hang it up right at the door |
| Feeling like this isn’t fun anymore |
| Not that it ever was |
| But lately everyone’s |
| Misunderstanding what’s really import |
| Tantalizing sights and feelings ignored |
| Paths to get over, it never explored |
| Overgrown nothingness stemmed from destruction |
| Its deeply embedded beneath all my subsidence |
| Goodness gracious, I’m so cold |
| My body’s filled with brittle bones |
| They’ll break and bend as I grow old |
| I hope your hand is mine to hold |
| Goodness gracious, I’m alone |
| Broken my sticks and thrown my stones |
| I’ll go somewhere where no one knows me |
| I don’t mind being this lonely |
| So maybe it’s grim but I’ll spill on a whim about all that I think |
| My thoughts subside 'till I’m pushed to the brink |
| Miscalculated, so often equated |
| This shits so insane, I think I need a shrink |
| Traumatized with flies that hatch in my head |
| Metamorphosis ensued till I’m dead |
| It’s funny how they can grow |
| Little do they all know |
| Their home is rotting and damn near condemned |
| Dissociation, deserting my patience |
| I don’t think I’ll wake up and realize |
| The feeling that’s vacant, no communication |
| Is simply leaving me terrorized |
| I see all of these faces inside of the places |
| That only exist when I close my eyes |
| So if this is a phase that is bound to erase |
| Then I guess that I ought to just give it time |
| Goodness gracious, I’m so cold |
| My body’s filled with brittle bones |
| They’ll break and bend as I grow old |
| I hope your hand is mine to hold |
| Goodness gracious, I’m alone |
| Broken my sticks and thrown my stones |
| I’ll go somewhere where no one knows me |
| I don’t mind being this lonely |
| All I ever will be |
| Is someone that’ll kill me |
| A parasitic headfuck |
| Monotonous and willing |
| All I ever wished for |
| Is sanity by 24, but |
| I never got that, I never got that |