Sharpened Edges

It grows on you Like a vine with sharp leafs Slowly strangling you Yet you're unwilling to move Unable to see what is true It grows on you Like a vine with sharp leafs Slowly strangling you Until you've thought it through You're still clinging to the lies of the soothing tune I feel the presence a little bit more vivid by the day The sound has a ring of finality in it A darker tone rumbling in the back of my head I feel the antagonising dissonance i've been holding back Slowly taking me out of the equation Starting wildfires i can't seem to put out I can't argue in this state of mind Now I let the truth slowly blur Like the days I can't distinguish from each other But the nights are full of fears So I let the false interpretations split the line Between truth and lies Please remind me of how it used to be Remind me of how people used to see me It's already too late, the dissonance is breaking me The sound has a ring of finality in it