Self-Isolationism

Brick by brick I'm building walls

High above from my throne

I will make this world my own

And then reap what I've sown

What I've sown

I will reap what I've sown

Once I get blood from stone

Sometimes I feel alone

But I refuse to leave my home

This is self-isolation

A voluntary exile

This is self-destruction

A personal funeral pile

My funeral pyre

I'm building it higher and higher

Till I can't see the funeral pyre

My head now starts to feel lighter

As my lungs keep getting tighter

This is self-isolation

A voluntary exile

This is self-destruction

A personal funeral pile

This is self-isolation

A voluntary exile

This is self-destruction

A personal funeral pile

I don't need help from anyone

I might as well be the only one

This whole world I will shun

I don't need to see the sun

I'm done building my tower

And now everything's turning sour

Refusing to face my final hour

For an exit I hopelessly scour

This is self-isolation

This is self-destruction

This is self-isolation

A voluntary exile

This is self-destruction

A personal funeral pile

This is self-isolation

A voluntary exile

This is self-destruction

A personal funeral fucking pile

My funeral pyre