Lost in conversation with yourself again

Not quite verbal there's a boxing match inside your head

Vision goes clear to red

The past you carry weighs you down down down

Pulls your lips into a frown as you drown

Dreams on one side, everything else in the way, I say

Compensate the demons for creating inspiration for your art

Karma doesn't exist

The bad guy always wins

Rehearsed confrontations never see the light of day

Envy for those who can actually mean what they say

Intrusive thoughts don't get in the way

Trauma competition, you're leading the way

Compensate the demons for creating inspiration for your art

Karma doesn't exist

The bad guy always wins

Karma doesn't exist

The bad guy always wins