Ramblings of a Lunatic
I'm setting pen to paper again
Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said
But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
And content manifest don't feel good enough for them
So, I try and transcend my ego, but don't we know it'll never work?
Maybe I'll just descend to dirt
Flirt with becoming food for worms
Does anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
Ramblings of a lunatic
Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth?
Wiping dental records clean
Is the carcass even me? Is this catharsis, therapeutic plunge to darkness?
Or elaborating, upon my mediocrity
Maybe this is the result of me finally accepting that I'll be alone forever
That I deserve forgetting
It's a pointless endeavor, and maybe it's upsetting
But I've never felt more comfortable in the concept with things ending
Will anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The ramblings of a lunatic, yeah, yeah
Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving
Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being
Falling into darkness below my surface tension
Emotional suppression, my coping mechanism
'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
Lungs filling up with fluid, face placed under the covers
'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
I'm trying to distract myself from the fears that I've discovered
Will anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said
But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
And content manifest don't feel good enough for them
So, I try and transcend my ego, but don't we know it'll never work?
Maybe I'll just descend to dirt
Flirt with becoming food for worms
Does anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
Ramblings of a lunatic
Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth?
Wiping dental records clean
Is the carcass even me? Is this catharsis, therapeutic plunge to darkness?
Or elaborating, upon my mediocrity
Maybe this is the result of me finally accepting that I'll be alone forever
That I deserve forgetting
It's a pointless endeavor, and maybe it's upsetting
But I've never felt more comfortable in the concept with things ending
Will anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The ramblings of a lunatic, yeah, yeah
Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving
Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being
Falling into darkness below my surface tension
Emotional suppression, my coping mechanism
'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
Lungs filling up with fluid, face placed under the covers
'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
I'm trying to distract myself from the fears that I've discovered
Will anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this?
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Credits
Writer(s): George David Berry, Nicholas Peters, Callum Litchfield, Iain Joseph Gillespie
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