Relapse (Sycophant)

Numbness from complacency Traded hands with darkness to employ irrationality Gnashing at the endless walls Reflective hell Run circles, never see Towerous hurdles, never see Sun is burning, night is cold Refuge reached, mistakes untold Unaware of formality Stretched, turn the wrack wheels Excuses made to relieve the swelling Not a word left to understand Not a word we can comprehend Not a word, not a sound Let it be No, how could this be All that surrounds me seems so fleeting The desert before me, a windblown retreat Once I've forgotten, I'll nurture the seed Swear to placate deception I need room to breathe Wear a mask for the moment, show it off I need room to breathe Got to find a new skin I need room to breathe Once again I've stretched myself too thin I need room to breathe