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 'til the suns 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 (so loud, so loud) I can't hear myself drown (shut up, shut up) I can't hear myself drown (shut up, shut up) Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Ugh, don't wake me up Ugh, ugh, don't wake me