I donæ° want to see what my face might be.
Damn your shameful lies as my conscience it dies.
Stop and listen as silence roars out in the night.
One canæ° fake that anger and oh itæ¯ shining so bright.
Is this my fault, I will light it up to see. I will light it up.
I donæ° really see, I donæ° want to be. Is this my fault.
I donæ° see, inside of me a moment turns to infinity.
I donæ° want to see what my face might be.
Damn your shameful lies as my conscience it dies.
I just might hurt you my friend.
All that was left for me was destructive in misery.
I blame you for all that I did; itæ¯ eating me bit by bit.
How can all this be true, I blame it all on you.
Electrocuted with a sense of loss.
Anxiety will see me through.
Flipping through the pages of a mind that hurts me.
Sometimes I wish that I could eject from this seat of pain
Iæ¦ fuckin?placed in and let it go.
You tell me what you think of me
and my sense of energetic rage compiled into a ball of anxiety.
Do I need your help?
Do I need you?
