Over and Over

Don't wake me up now I can't see straight feeling kind of nauseous

I dressed in black to hear my rites, I think I've lost it

It's tragic, somatic but I'm too fucked up to panic

Tell me what you want from me

Is this inside my head

Fever dream haunting me

Over and over again

Hit me with the irony

This monster under my bed

Tell me what your want from me

Over and over again

It's like you're stuck in some slow motion, do you even hear me?

Your face distorting, circuit shorting, now I'm barely breathing

Its heavy, unsteady, hold on I'm just not ready

Tell me what you want from me

Is this inside my head

Fever dream haunting me

Over and over again

Hit me with the irony

This monster under my bed

Tell me what your want from me

Over and over again