Transcend
Am I real?
What's this feeling in my heart?
Skin's been crawling from the start
I've been trying to transcend, oh
I can feel the knife sticking out my back
Bleeding out inside my bath
I won't accept that it's the end, no
Everything is so enigmatic
Got voices in my ear that make things traumatic
Try to drown them out with the sounds of pain
But that adrenaline rush just makes me manic, oh
Loved ones worry bout my sanity
Things that I been doin' just make them mad at me
Inner turmoil messing with my brain
& I worry bout others but what makes me happy?
Fill me with that joy again
Synapses working to comprehend
Shit getting me through is clonazepam
But I'm running out, bottle's reached the end
Clock persisting, dripping down
If my own time stops, will you cry out loud?
Where will I go? Look for me in the clouds
Labeled as "destructive personality"
Always picked last for every team
"Likely To Be On Reality TV"
Father whispers there's no hope for me
Slow it down, wrap it tight around my chest
Heart pumps out toxic waste like the rest
I need to purify, it's for the best
I pray for forgiveness for the harm that I've done
& give the tourniquet one more final turn
Am I real?
What's this feeling in my heart?
Skin's been crawling from the start
I've been trying to transcend, oh
I can feel the knife sticking out my back
Bleeding out inside my bath
I won't accept that it's the end, no
Everything is so enigmatic
Got voices in my ear that make things traumatic
Try to drown them out with the sounds of pain
But that adrenaline rush just makes me manic, oh
Loved ones worry bout my sanity
Things that I been doin' just make them mad at me
Inner turmoil messing with my brain
& I worry bout others but what makes me happy?
I can't do this shit anymore
Bodies behind me, I'm closing the door
Wiping the prints & I leave them with nothin
Police ain't gonna find me, donuts by the dozen
A hole in the center, a hole in my soul
I'm reaching my climax, my life ain't my own
Free will don't exist, I'm the last on my list
And the red is just pouring all out of my dome
Red in my eyes, crystal rocks in the sky
Flip the table dramatically
It's a pig sty in my mind
Messy doesn't begin to explain
The pain that I witness when I wrap the chain round my neck
It pinches & yanks, I transcend to the next path
The plane of existence never really ends
In the end, though, I thank you
Cuz I clenched tight your hand in the wasteland
Am I real?
What's this feeling in my heart?
Skin's been crawling from the start
I've been trying to transcend, oh
I can feel the knife sticking out my back
Bleeding out inside my bath
I won't accept that it's the end, no
Everything is so enigmatic
Got voices in my ear that make things traumatic
Try to drown them out with the sounds of pain
But that adrenaline rush just makes me manic, oh
Loved ones worry bout my sanity
Things that I been doin' just make them mad at me
Inner turmoil messing with my brain
& I worry bout others but what makes me happy?
What's this feeling in my heart?
Skin's been crawling from the start
I've been trying to transcend, oh
I can feel the knife sticking out my back
Bleeding out inside my bath
I won't accept that it's the end, no
Everything is so enigmatic
Got voices in my ear that make things traumatic
Try to drown them out with the sounds of pain
But that adrenaline rush just makes me manic, oh
Loved ones worry bout my sanity
Things that I been doin' just make them mad at me
Inner turmoil messing with my brain
& I worry bout others but what makes me happy?
Fill me with that joy again
Synapses working to comprehend
Shit getting me through is clonazepam
But I'm running out, bottle's reached the end
Clock persisting, dripping down
If my own time stops, will you cry out loud?
Where will I go? Look for me in the clouds
Labeled as "destructive personality"
Always picked last for every team
"Likely To Be On Reality TV"
Father whispers there's no hope for me
Slow it down, wrap it tight around my chest
Heart pumps out toxic waste like the rest
I need to purify, it's for the best
I pray for forgiveness for the harm that I've done
& give the tourniquet one more final turn
Am I real?
What's this feeling in my heart?
Skin's been crawling from the start
I've been trying to transcend, oh
I can feel the knife sticking out my back
Bleeding out inside my bath
I won't accept that it's the end, no
Everything is so enigmatic
Got voices in my ear that make things traumatic
Try to drown them out with the sounds of pain
But that adrenaline rush just makes me manic, oh
Loved ones worry bout my sanity
Things that I been doin' just make them mad at me
Inner turmoil messing with my brain
& I worry bout others but what makes me happy?
I can't do this shit anymore
Bodies behind me, I'm closing the door
Wiping the prints & I leave them with nothin
Police ain't gonna find me, donuts by the dozen
A hole in the center, a hole in my soul
I'm reaching my climax, my life ain't my own
Free will don't exist, I'm the last on my list
And the red is just pouring all out of my dome
Red in my eyes, crystal rocks in the sky
Flip the table dramatically
It's a pig sty in my mind
Messy doesn't begin to explain
The pain that I witness when I wrap the chain round my neck
It pinches & yanks, I transcend to the next path
The plane of existence never really ends
In the end, though, I thank you
Cuz I clenched tight your hand in the wasteland
Am I real?
What's this feeling in my heart?
Skin's been crawling from the start
I've been trying to transcend, oh
I can feel the knife sticking out my back
Bleeding out inside my bath
I won't accept that it's the end, no
Everything is so enigmatic
Got voices in my ear that make things traumatic
Try to drown them out with the sounds of pain
But that adrenaline rush just makes me manic, oh
Loved ones worry bout my sanity
Things that I been doin' just make them mad at me
Inner turmoil messing with my brain
& I worry bout others but what makes me happy?
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Russell
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