Enemy
My mind has turned you into an enemy
You're the one who still seems to be loving me
I remember the time though I can't be sure
A happier mind, you know that star-kissed one
I can't make out the truth that was surrounding me
Raised by wolves or mother influence runs deep
I swear I didn't overthink the simple things
I swear I was more stable while still digging deep
Left and right and center mean nothing to me
I just keep on slipping down beneath the lowest me
Was it always this way I have no standing now
It's reductive, full of cliché, expired now
Like the clownfish tries to avoid sea anemone
I'm circling round the drain incomprehensibility
With twenty of the closest friends you'll ever have
One by one they disappear, isn't that a drag
Bring it on I'll take it, wait god damn I'm wrong
The weight is fifty times more heavy than they had let on
Don't buckle now they'll point and laugh they'll prove you wrong
Cast into the lower class to be pissed upon
My mind has turned you into an enemy
Flush with riches sell-out season becomes me
Ethics without God is rotten so you say
But you know truth is rotten too it's all the same
You're the one who still seems to be loving me
I remember the time though I can't be sure
A happier mind, you know that star-kissed one
I can't make out the truth that was surrounding me
Raised by wolves or mother influence runs deep
I swear I didn't overthink the simple things
I swear I was more stable while still digging deep
Left and right and center mean nothing to me
I just keep on slipping down beneath the lowest me
Was it always this way I have no standing now
It's reductive, full of cliché, expired now
Like the clownfish tries to avoid sea anemone
I'm circling round the drain incomprehensibility
With twenty of the closest friends you'll ever have
One by one they disappear, isn't that a drag
Bring it on I'll take it, wait god damn I'm wrong
The weight is fifty times more heavy than they had let on
Don't buckle now they'll point and laugh they'll prove you wrong
Cast into the lower class to be pissed upon
My mind has turned you into an enemy
Flush with riches sell-out season becomes me
Ethics without God is rotten so you say
But you know truth is rotten too it's all the same
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Writer(s): Benjamin Price
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