My brain is a god awful place Where I take these things the world gives me And I change them into something they're not It's a cage like studio apartment With two windows to Babylon and perfect acoustics And you can hear the distant sound of sirens That everyone finds unsettling But I find more discomfort in silence like Nobody's coming Nobody can save me from myself I'm a convict in my own brain cell And imprisonment of negative thought that I've brought upon myself with nothing to do but Peel my skin from front to back And crack my fucking skull in half Just so that you could believe me that Hell is under my hair And I swear I'm gonna lose it My life is all but lucid I might be locked up for life if I don't find a sole solution For the bane of my existence I resist to solicit and sell myself for someone else Tell you it's me When it fucking isn't 'Cause I am the prisoner And I am the prison With a sinister view of the wasteland we live in Where sleepwalker and ghost that most definitely exist Their casuals, casualties and religious obituary abyss But I guess Some black holes stay black And some dark souls stay dark And everyone casts a shadow And every shadow has a start And it's where the body ends And it's there when the body expires Burn in the wicked wickedness Until it runs out of fire But evil is infinite Even if you don't believe in it You could try to summon the demons from inside of me But I preform my own exorcist When I was possessed and paralyzed By your paraphrased gospel lines I already tried to commit suicide So I consider this my afterlife And I fall from the grace of God tower twice Just so you could watch me die On your way to salvation I lay on cracked pavement Dead In my mind But I always wake up from those little death daydreams By the alarm of the ambulance Disrupting the ambiance of the deceased I'm losing recollection of what is and isn't imaginary And if it's real in my head How is that not reality Because it feels as real as low the bow for love And when the future devolves into the past When everything you've every had is stolen And your left swollen and trapped in the entombment of your own skull Left to overthink, sink and soak In the hole you fall deeper and deeper And as you acknowledge its control By how faith can be a tool to taunt Like a guardian angel that only haunts the life that's locked in his thoughts My brain is a god awful place That I created it myself To be brain hell inmate And there is no way out