Recluse
I'm not made to fall apart
As I'm sticking my fingers into my skull
Play dead as I sever the lifeline
Where is your comfort now?
Becoming a beggar and stuck here forever
They hold my tongue as they insert the tether
And I, I play dumb to the stories they tell me
I lie down until it gets boring
This has become a subject of conflict
And I digress
Paralyzed, it sets
Beg to take it back
Pulling out my hair, I'm breaking out of this artificial mold
I'm a slave to death
And it hurts
I stand for nothing
Pleasе save me
Pray for death
This pain I cannot dеscribe
And I know everything's in the hands of my torment
No one's left to comfort me
This is never as good as it gets
No one's left to comfort you
I guess this is as good as it gets
And your company is a personal threat
Imagine a life that you could think for yourself
And not push someone's personal agenda
Inside here forever, I'm pulling the lever and I'm
So sick of being a personal martyr for you
Wipe me down and leave me to dry
I'm so sick of all your lies
Hold me down as your sacrifice
You need me, but ignore it and push it away
I'm not made to fall apart
As I'm sticking my fingers into my skull
Play dead as I sever the lifeline
Where is your comfort now?
Becoming a beggar and stuck here forever
They hold my tongue as they insert the tether
And I, I play dumb to the stories they tell me
I'll lie down until it gets boring
I play dumb to the stories they tell me
I'll lie down until it gets boring
You thought you could forget about me!
As I'm sticking my fingers into my skull
Play dead as I sever the lifeline
Where is your comfort now?
Becoming a beggar and stuck here forever
They hold my tongue as they insert the tether
And I, I play dumb to the stories they tell me
I lie down until it gets boring
This has become a subject of conflict
And I digress
Paralyzed, it sets
Beg to take it back
Pulling out my hair, I'm breaking out of this artificial mold
I'm a slave to death
And it hurts
I stand for nothing
Pleasе save me
Pray for death
This pain I cannot dеscribe
And I know everything's in the hands of my torment
No one's left to comfort me
This is never as good as it gets
No one's left to comfort you
I guess this is as good as it gets
And your company is a personal threat
Imagine a life that you could think for yourself
And not push someone's personal agenda
Inside here forever, I'm pulling the lever and I'm
So sick of being a personal martyr for you
Wipe me down and leave me to dry
I'm so sick of all your lies
Hold me down as your sacrifice
You need me, but ignore it and push it away
I'm not made to fall apart
As I'm sticking my fingers into my skull
Play dead as I sever the lifeline
Where is your comfort now?
Becoming a beggar and stuck here forever
They hold my tongue as they insert the tether
And I, I play dumb to the stories they tell me
I'll lie down until it gets boring
I play dumb to the stories they tell me
I'll lie down until it gets boring
You thought you could forget about me!
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Vavra, Christian Nowatzski, Jacob Gordon, Peter Higgs, Taylor Barber
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