Haunter

A little more fucked up than I care to admit

I'm ashamed of the ways that I deal with it

It's getting ugly, panic becomes me

Rattle pill bottle put a baby to sleep

In too deep to crawl out

Too blunt to bite down

Overindulge in the melodramatic

Manic depressive, psychosomatic

The mechanisms melt into habits

For the creatures defined by the traumatic

Hole in my head

I am living in a habitual nightmare

Hole in my head

In one ear and out the fucking hole in my head

Open my skull up

Lock sights with that umbra

Staring into nothing till the sun's up

I get a little more fucked up

It's getting ugly

Sayonara

Torn between all sorts of superstitions

Like lobotomies and exorcisms

Idle hands channel depravity and calligraphic brain matter elegies

Hole in my head

I am living in a habitual nightmare

Hole in my head

In one ear and out the other hole in my head

I'm so alone

In a house full of people

So loud

I can't hear myself drown

Shut up, shut up

Don't wake me up

I can hear myself drown

Shut up, shut up

I can hear myself drown

Shut up, shut up

Don't wake me up

Don't wake me up

Don't wake me up

Don't wake me