Chipping at the Walls

Yeah, I tried to pave my own path
But I've been running in circles with no track
Tripping over every hurdle I go past
Each day is another journal I hold back
So, somebody want to tell me what it feels like to be healthy?
Help me see the seaside when I'm neck deep
There's a wrecked fiend taking birth in the spite, now
Cursed and he's turning the lights out
Telling me to "Stop it, you are not a prophet
"You are just a kid with a moth in his wallet
"Had a good head on his neck but neglected it
"Now, you want to rise but the Kid is not a rocket"
It echoes in the thunder, wish that I could drown it out
But it's tough cause it's been the only sound around
For some months and it's breaking Dylan's boundaries down to fine dust
My integrity is counting down till I bust

You can't take me away when I'm already gone
When my strength starts to fade, I will enter the maw
Because the nights are getting longer while days get cold
I let spite in the center to drain my soul
Put a spike in the specter, paralyzed to the pressure
Losing might from attempts to escape this hole so, now
In the rage and the pain, am I already lost?

I've been chipping at the walls
Captivated and I'm tripping on the cause
Activation had me clinging to pause
Aggravated cause I'm itching to evolve but I'm gripping with my thoughts
It's a stark struggle striving to stay strong
In a dark bubble that's breaking the safe off
I'm a charmed muggle, muddled with fates gone
And I'm beaten from the battle and straining to stay up
Now, I'm wondering if I should bloody let go
Everything I love slowly fading like an echo
Pushing people off cause they're cutting through the threads, so
I've been isolated thinking fondly of the end zone
Time to shift the course
Cause my muscles are feeling a little coarse
And I'm tired of trying to lift a score
Just to take myself out the moment a little more

You can't take me away when I'm already gone
When my strength starts to fade, I will enter the maw
Because the nights are getting longer while days get cold
I let spite in the center to drain my soul
Put a spike in the specter, paralyzed to the pressure
Losing might from attempts to escape this hole so, now
In the rage and the pain, am I already lost?

This is Kid Victory living in sin wickedly
On the Sideline, Feigning Jubilance flippantly
Stuck in a Chest, Lonely, perusing the sick symmetry
For Anyone Who Feels Rejected and needs Something Differently
The Usual Rain's flooding my psyche and I've Been Thinking that
Separating Oceans takes Defeating Inhibitions
But I'm lost in the Game On the channel with the Ghost Stories
Finally, The Simile Syndicate's letting go for me