wish
I could relax, rest my head
I
look a mess my eyes are red
my nerves are shot, in constant pain
all paranoid, driven insane
pickled brain, necrotic heart, blood turned black
sped up to slow down wish I could relax
my nerves are shot, in constant pain
all paranoid, driven insane
pickled brain, necrotic heart, blood turned black
sped up to slow down wish I could relax
I should be relaxing, maybe napping
but
in my head the voices keep yapping
I
silently scream my contradiction
it's
the reason for all of the friction
the
constant dereliction I find too taxing
that's
when I remember I should be relaxing
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