You're nothing but a fucking problem
Just a pigment of imaginary constructs
No need to justify the answer
It doesn't seem to stop at all (ah whatever, FUCK IT)
Time and time again
I thought I knew myself I thought I knew all the answers
But evidently it's just another lame excuse I use to redefine the insights
Lost in mental darkness
I know somehow I will find my way out
If I have to use my hands as eyes
I'll still stand; I'll still stand up and fight
