a rosella in quietude
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
As you can see
I'm starting to feel a little dizzy
Desperately in need of a good sleep
And I could swear
I heard someone screaming so loud that I thought
That maybe it is getting worse
That maybe it's a fucking curse
As you can see
I got a bit too dizzy
Sometimes I can be a little forgetful
I feel as if I've already come and gone
Peel back my skin, down to the bone
Find that there's nothing there
I should've known
I might've forgotten
I probably forgot it
Or maybe you'll be there
Deep under my skin
Seeped through my bones
Eating away at the marrow
Deep under my skin
Sometimes I can be a little forgetful
I feel as if I've already come and gone
Peel back my skin, down to the bone
Find that there's nothing there
I should've known
I might've forgotten
Sewn it in my bones
Deep under my skin
Filling my lungs to the brim
Deep under my skin
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
As you can see
I'm starting to feel a little dizzy
Desperately in need of a good sleep
And I could swear
I heard someone screaming so loud that I thought
That maybe it is getting worse
That maybe it's a fucking curse
As you can see
I got a bit too dizzy
Sometimes I can be a little forgetful
I feel as if I've already come and gone
Peel back my skin, down to the bone
Find that there's nothing there
I should've known
I might've forgotten
I probably forgot it
Or maybe you'll be there
Deep under my skin
Seeped through my bones
Eating away at the marrow
Deep under my skin
Sometimes I can be a little forgetful
I feel as if I've already come and gone
Peel back my skin, down to the bone
Find that there's nothing there
I should've known
I might've forgotten
Sewn it in my bones
Deep under my skin
Filling my lungs to the brim
Deep under my skin
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
There's a ghost in my head
Telling me I should be dead
In a violent sea of blood alcohol
Try making the incision
But I'm lacking the precision
Gotta cut it out regardless
Losing my mind
Like I lost my voice
Will I ever have the time?
Did I ever have a choice?
I can't hear the noise
I could swear that I'm not really here anymore
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