Safely tucked inside my own head Chronic anxiety Multiply myself in voices Try not to be so strange
We are the ones Misfortune begets Scoundrels and warranted Miscreant rats We’re the few Neglected, considered Hectic and never to be anything
Stuck in a dream Or reality It’s all the same to me
We are the ones Misfortune begets Scoundrels and warranted Miscreant rats We’re the few Neglected, considered Hectic and never To be anything, never
Lymphatic the curse Sporadic occurrence Sunk in the deep Recesses of the mind Stuck in a dream Or reality It’s all the same to me
In the silence Of perfect seclusion My breath at rest I know the signs This uneasy feeling encroaching Debilitating my will to be
Shut down internally Crushing my dignity The war of Me and I Shut down internally Crushing my dignity The war of Me and I
So stuck in my mind Inverted confines Something They don’t understand
This place is cold to me So vacant I could scream This place feels cold to me So vacant I could scream
Shut down internally Crushing my dignity The war of Me and I
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