Fromjoy It Really Hurts :):
Peeking in the cortex (Don't look down)
Don't stray into the vortex (Do you wanna drown?)
There's traps set in my head (And death in the plexus)
One went off, made a tunnel traced with led
Get it out; taking up my headspace
You're nothing but brain fog, getting in my way
My train of thought is losing its coherence
Or you're just f..cked and can't comprehend it
The noise doesn't stop
My mind drones on like TV static
It's not my fault that I'm paranoid and manic
Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop
How can I hate you like you hate me?
What can I do to make you f..cking kill me?
They wanna take my life, well they can have it
Dead eyed staring at death from my bed
It burns, like cysts on my skin
It burns, they're welded on my skin
Like pins and needles, but shooting through the bones
Take it, keep it, digitalize my soul
Dissect me and pull out the plexus
