What's my problem
Here's my problem
My problem is that I'm too visual to be blind
Too audiological to be deaf
Too ideological to be in peace
Too compassionate to be in war
Too crazy to be sane
Too sane to be lazy
Too emotional to be you
If I could only stop my head from going into constant
infection
Then maybe I could swim back to my own version of consistent
sanity
Angelic demons
Liquid dreams
Transparent mountains
Of our own reality
Burning oceans
Melting faces
Melting faces
Why
Lying pictures
Screaming metal
In my control
Amnesia, hysteria, insomnia
Constant canutations until you're
in the hospital and you're
fucking dead
Baby, my mind's got it all in control
Maybe I'm not in control
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