Inverse

Too much time spent contemplating

On the pressures taking hold

All I need's a little safety

From the burden in my bones

'Cause every morning I wake up on the floor

And I need a little bottle as a little recourse

Now I've lost all recognition as a credible source

And I'm digging deeper down this hole 'cause

Everything is burning in my skin

On and on and on it goes

With nothing but the scars to show

Everything is making me feel sick

On and on and on it goes

So cut me off before I lose control

Is this all vacant complication

From the burdens I'm bestowed

Is this all part of something greater

Then the emptiness I know?

Or am I the one

Who always tends to put me in this situation?

Do I design my own frustration?

So am I the one

Who always tends to reignite the suffocation?

Am I my own self condemnation?

Everything is burning in my skin

On and on and on it goes

With nothing but the scars to show

Everything is making me feel sick

On and on and on it goes

So cut me off before I lose control

So am I the one

Who always tends to reignite and suffocate?

Am I designed to watch the pain burn?