Song 9

Something I can't explain Grips onto my brain Bleeds into my disguise I stand there paralyzed Body starts moving on it's own A feeling that I can't outgrow A black hole eclipsing every thought Conveyor makes me something I'm not Convinced that it's all wrong Focusing on it all day long Convinced that it's all fine Focusing is a waste of time Exposed to corrosive thoughts Puppeteering a spirit who wants it gone To fix this a horrid cause Self control leaves a hole where the problem was Hung by a string Aching familiar sting Patterns to keep me sane Shut me down again Air around starts to suffocate Can't you see this is a mistake Body starts to move on it's own A feeling that I can't outgrow Convinced that it's all wrong Focusing on it all day long Convinced that it's all fine Focusing is a waste of time Exposed to corrosive thoughts Puppeteering a spirit who wants it gone To fix this a horrid cause Self control leaves a hole where the problem was Exposed to corrosive thoughts Puppeteering a spirit who wants it gone To fix this a horrid cause Self control leaves a hole where the problem was