Vessel

I'm just a vessel
For a next level type of Hell
Every breath I exhale tries to leave
"It's a cry for help"

I hate feeling so god-damn alone
In this body I was never constructed to own
And occupy space in
I occupy space
I occupy space

I've got dolls in my attic, like skeletons
But pathetically, obsessively vain
Their stares are arctic cold
And their hearts are numb from the pain
No, don't don't...

I'm just a host for a ghost
Who's lost its way
I do the most for those who chose not to ask ever
Anyway

I hate feeling so god-damn alone
In this body I was never constructed to own
And occupy space in
I occupy space
I occupy space

I've got dolls in my attic, like skeletons
But pathetically, obsessively vain
Oh, their stares are arctic cold
And their hearts are numb from the pain

The chemicals that trick me
Into feeling "less on the edge"
Have abandoned my head
But they're a crucial part of what keeps me alive
And not dead well
They never said that this was really the end
And that's the only bit of good that they seem to have left
They said, "We'll leave you alone without a hand to hold
And lead you through the dizziness that somehow still manages to feel
Cold
And yes, you'll feel like a broken part of a machine that won't start
Until you get smart
And let your guard down to let someone in and help let you not drown
In your own thoughts
In your mind"
Because lately, it's been so hard to find
Any kind of peace of mind from the intrusiveness of the flaws of my design
And any source of light from the angle of mine
Because when you've spent so long on an incline
A frail and fragile black line that can fall prey
At any given time as you're walking a tightrope across a landmine
Because when you fall
You fall
And there's nothing to look behind at

I've got dolls in my attic, like skeletons
But pathetically, obsessively vain
Oh, their stares are arctic cold
And their hearts are numb from the pain
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Don't look away
Ah, ah, ah
Don't look away