Breakdown

A lonely figure staring in the cold

Hands tied, eyes watery and dripping

How deep is this, how shallow can we be?

The birthmark on your face tells me we are three

Forcing myself to listen carefully

Your story has no bottom

It has no end

Curiously you were asking me to tell

I realized your sickness

Was feeling too well

By high your truce

By high your truce

I know you could go home all alone

Ironically you wrote part of this song

I still remember, I still care about

But integrity dictates my inequity

By high your truce

By high your truce

By high your truce

By high your truce

Brunk is a fetus

I suck at the pops of darkness

This is the after helm

I see the light

A thick black smoke stored in my cells

Coming out of me

Unprocessed, undigested

It dwells deep inside of me

Layers and layers of filth and stress

Fear is my enemy

Can I close my eyes and wish you go

Your presence is like gravity

A few days ago I was ready to go

But you caused this insanity

I have been through this before, all is said and done

It awakens my humanity

Repeat and repeat, I'm so weary and frail

How can this really be?

Now the smoke is clear, my ocean is calm

Here it comes all over again

How, how is this true?

Why is this, why is this true?

Why does

What is happening inside?

So clean up my closet, my sack is my home

I've been robbed and stealed by you

You've been feeding the fruits from my holy tree

Saturated the amber in me

I deal with fantasy, I deal with reality

Borderline psychotic, my nucleus is getting to me

Ten thousand demons, one thousand devils

Calling my name, schizophrenia