What?

What the fuck do I do now?
When I'm left with my head I feel like I'm gonna blow
I can't assess to you exactly at what state of consciousness I am
And I am nothing, an Entity drifting away, I'm gonna do nothing
And maybe that's okay and what I wanna do is just stare into
Nothingness as nothingness is more than me

All I ever tried to achieve is built on my dreams
And I'm not in charge of my own fucking head
So whose dreams is it then?

Well no bother I'm at no use
I'm blowing up and I lit the fuse
The condiment holding me together
Is worth nothing less
Than the mustard you find at the shittiest of kiosks
In the slum of fucking hell
That's where you'll find me and where I'll forever remain
Safe and Sane

Take me back to nothing will you fill me up with all
Fill me up with glee, how come the creator of all the great things made me
How come he never made me into something concrete
How come I'm here when he doesn't even exist?
How come I am nothing while I still am
Help me for the love of nothing please just fucking fix me



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Ingvarsson
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