Strained (Distention Mix) Testo

so frayed, so strained, crushed
by the weight of the world
but somehow, someway, I just keep going
like tore-up ragged toys, that stitches couldn't mend
I don't think we'll break, but we'll surely bend
each day, burn out, feeling strained
each night spent looking for escape
all the madness just won't go away
your voice, a hollow echo
from a distant yesterday
pull me into obsolescence
push me to depravity
and my mind's on fire
overwhelmed and distending
sedated by your essence
lulled into complacency