Brain Cell

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"My brain is a god awful place 

Where I take these things the world gives me and I change them into something they're not

It's a cage like studio apartment 

With two windows to Babylon and perfect acoustics 

You can hear the distant sound of sirens that everyone finds unsettling but I find more discomfort in silence like nobodies coming 

Nobody can save me from myself I'm a convict in my own brain cell 

And imprisonment of negative thought that I've brought upon myself with nothing to do but peel my skin from front to back and crack my fucking skull in half 

Just so that you could believe me that Hell is under my hair 

 And I swear I'm gonna lose it

My life is all but lucid I might be locked up for life if I don't find a sole solution 

For the bane of my existence I resist to solicited and sell myself for someone else 

Tell you it's me 

When it fucking isn't 

 Cause I am the prisoner and I am the prison 

 With a sinister view of the wasteland we live in 

Where sleepwalker and ghost 

That most definitely exist 

That casuals, casualties and religious obituaries abyss 

 But I guess Some black holes stay black 

Some dark souls stay dark 

And every one casts a shadow 

And every shadow has a start 

And it's where the body ends 

And it's there when the body expires 

Burn the wicked wickedness 

Until it runs out of fire 

But evil is infinite 

Even if you don't believe in it 

 You could try to summon the demons from inside of me 

But I preform my own exorcist 

When I was possessed and paralyzed If I paraphrase gospel lines I already tried to commit suicide 

So I consider this my afterlife 

And I fall from the grace of God tower twice 

Just so you could watch me die 

On your way to salvation I lay on cracked pavement 

Dead In my mind But I always wake up from those little death daydreams 

By the alarm of the ambulance 

Disturbing the ambiance of the deceased I'm losing regulation of was is and isn't imaginary 

And if it's real in my head 

How is that not reality 

Because it feels as real as low the bow for love 

 And as the future devolves into the past 

When everything you've every had is stolen 

And your left swollen and trapped in the entombment of your own skull 

 Left to overthink, sink and soak In the hole you fall deeper and deeper 

And as you acknowledge its control 

By how fate can be a tool to taunt 

Like a guardian angel that only haunts the life that only though to be as thin as you thoughts 

 My brain is a god awful place And I created it myself to be 

A brain hell Inmate 

And there is no way out."

I know so many people that could relate to this song... Maybe you'll relate, i mean i used to.

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