I feel insane up in my brain.
The hope is dead, under the water.
Chemicals are burning my skin.
My heart is full of word,
And my mouth is full of shit.
Future is past,
But the present haunts me.
Sounds, sounds they go and they dance,
From a ear to another,
They leave and they fade.
Appalled by the mess I've made,
Wishing for my curse to finally end.
Bereft of everything and nothing.
There's no band aids I can use to alleviate the pain.
The wound's too deep.
Maybe that's why I dig lines in my skin.
