[VERSE 1]


these situations get tricky and sticky - and %#@! just gets iffy
and it seems risky if we sift through these hissy fits it's just shifty
and i just feel oblivious really so riddle me this please,

what do all these ripples and rifts mean?

specifically which of these dips that i slip into shift me

from willing to dwindling to dribble and just feeling sickly
is it hidden within me? does my sinister thinking
contribute to simply continuing this sin that i'm living


i'm feeling an inkling of a sinking feeling that's brimming
i feel like i'm clinging, on for dear life to this string but it's thinning

it's getting flimsy, it's slimming down right to the wire
why are these circumstances kindling, they're lighting the fire


i can't decide what's required -
if i were to try for an eye for an eye i'd be blinded by pride and desire,
i'm tired, these circumstances i'm in are dire

but i'm a survivor and i will rise or i will expire,



[HOOK]

WHY DO THESE, THOUGHTS HAUNT ME, LIKE GHOSTS INSIDE MY HEAD

WHY DO I LISTEN TO THEM AGAIN AND AGAIN (AGAIN) -
WHY DO THESE, THOUGHTS HAUNT ME, LIKE GHOSTS INSIDE MY HEAD
THEY HAUNT ME, LIKE GHOSTS INSIDE MY HEAD (INSIDE MY HEAD)


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[VERSE 2]


what can be said other than that i'm $#&@ing upset,
what's next other than getting the $#&@ up once again
but i'm stuck in this bed, unimpressed, flustered and stressed

i'm stuck in this head, what's left but this regret

i'm $#&@ing depressed, i'm stranded on the island of my mind

i'll find myself inside of an asylum in time,
the truth is final, i refuse to fall into denial
what's the use if i will end up feeling suicidal


my mood is vile... and who am i to move to try to fix it,
i'm too deprived to move so why resist it

i'm nihilistic in this room i hide and sit with
these thoughts, through my mind is the abuse that i've inflicted


i'm the type to fight but my entire life is written
on these pages, but i just need a brighter light to spit this
i'm in a fog and my mind's inside a prism

that was stricken in a crystalline prison inside an instant



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[BRIDGE]

i'm only half alive - cloned in a program that I

wrote in a code that can't be broken or !@#^yzed
by any man inside - and now I'm stranded, I'll
never know who I am inside I can only fantasize


my hands are tied - I'm trying to break free
but how do I escape when everyone has escaped me?

hate $#&@ing loves me and love $#&@ing hates me -
the child inside me died long before I turned eighteen



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