What do you believe?. Or do you still conceive?. What do you believe?. . See what you do to me. You feed off my mind, well then you break my ability. To maintain a 20/20 vision on life.
Put on another face, they always take the place. Of all the things that you have become. Your instability is nothing new to me. It's always something that made you what you are.
Your disease is a fucking waste of time. Turn it on when it fits your need. Never mattered that I couldn't feel a thing. Anything that you meant was forgot.
Punctured lungs. . I'm out of breath. This time I'm suffocating. I've had enough now. Too numb there's no resisting. Becoming one. With all your failure.
It starts to tear me down destroyed by what I create. It left the nerve exposed. Feels like a lost 'cause. Frustration's all I have left it's what reduced me to this.
Don't you realize that it has to be. Why did you do this, consolidate my fear. . Face down save face. . Growing out of my face, what it represents I need.
It goes beneath what I've done. It's bigger than the helplessness I felt. It comes around without a face. And redefines my subconscious again. . I can't be fixed.