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