Song 9 Lyrics

Something I can't explain

Grips onto my brain

Bleeds into my disguise

I stand there paralyzed

Body starts moving on it's own

A feeling that I can't outgrow

A black hole eclipsing every thought

Conveyor makes me something I'm not

Convinced that it's all wrong

Focusing on it all day long

Convinced that it's all fine

Focusing is a waste of time

Exposed to corrosive thoughts

Puppeteering a spirit who wants it gone

To fix this a horrid cause

Self control leaves a hole where the problem was

Hung by a string

Aching familiar sting

Patterns to keep me sane

Shut me down again

Air around starts to suffocate

Can't you see this is a mistake

Body starts to move on it's own

A feeling that I can't outgrow

Convinced that it's all wrong

Focusing on it all day long

Convinced that it's all fine

Focusing is a waste of time

Exposed to corrosive thoughts

Puppeteering a spirit who wants it gone

To fix this a horrid cause

Self control leaves a hole where the problem was

Exposed to corrosive thoughts

Puppeteering a spirit who wants it gone

To fix this a horrid cause

Self control leaves a hole where the problem was