Live, Laugh, Lobotomy
I'm not feeling myself lately
Its like a demon
Is brewing inside of me
And I'm afraid of what will happen
Once it breaks free
Filling my head with thoughts
Of things that shouldn't be
If you could only see
What this world is doing to me
I'm just a fucking mess
I once knew a man
Wore a glove on his hand
Too afraid just to bare his own truth
Take one look through his eyes
Peel away the disguise
A suffering like you never knew
When did we become so hollow?
Insecurities imprinted in profile
Simply to hide ourselves
From the world outside
As if we're out there
Actually living
I'm so overworked
And I'm overstressed
When will things finally get better?
I'm just a shell of a man
Who blacks out most of his days
Because its all the same
Its all the same
Please god
Just make it make sense
I keep washing my hands
But they shake with suspense
From horrendous things
I once knew a man
Wore a glove on his hand
Too afraid just to bare his own truth
Take one look through his eyes
Peel away the disguise
A suffering like you never knew
When did we become so hollow?
Insecurities imprinted in profile
Simply to hide ourselves
From the world outside
As if we're out there
Actually living
I am the man
With blood on his hands
I'm telling you the truth
Just take a look in my eyes
There is nothing
(There is nothing)
There is nothing left
Because I'm
Because I'm
I'm just a fucking mess
Its like a demon
Is brewing inside of me
And I'm afraid of what will happen
Once it breaks free
Filling my head with thoughts
Of things that shouldn't be
If you could only see
What this world is doing to me
I'm just a fucking mess
I once knew a man
Wore a glove on his hand
Too afraid just to bare his own truth
Take one look through his eyes
Peel away the disguise
A suffering like you never knew
When did we become so hollow?
Insecurities imprinted in profile
Simply to hide ourselves
From the world outside
As if we're out there
Actually living
I'm so overworked
And I'm overstressed
When will things finally get better?
I'm just a shell of a man
Who blacks out most of his days
Because its all the same
Its all the same
Please god
Just make it make sense
I keep washing my hands
But they shake with suspense
From horrendous things
I once knew a man
Wore a glove on his hand
Too afraid just to bare his own truth
Take one look through his eyes
Peel away the disguise
A suffering like you never knew
When did we become so hollow?
Insecurities imprinted in profile
Simply to hide ourselves
From the world outside
As if we're out there
Actually living
I am the man
With blood on his hands
I'm telling you the truth
Just take a look in my eyes
There is nothing
(There is nothing)
There is nothing left
Because I'm
Because I'm
I'm just a fucking mess
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