Songtexte Hiding Place - November Day

How many days
How many loops in my thoughts
I cant tell my own motives
I sinker deeper into the shame
Where is my skin, where is my kin
When I told them I needed surveillance they hid
I'm off the lid, ever since seven I've always felt presences
Inside my head, and that's on
On god I ain't never normal
Stuck to the wall but there never no floral
Feel more gross the more verbose my mouth moves
With hope to not seem too cordial

Vice versa, my daddy would hate that I carry this purse up
Never translate, get the worst of him
He don't see me as a person
I burst my skin or deflect it
Brain swung on my neck bitch
Jumpin out yo skin while my shit stretch fit
Set list like got potions
Take a step back, I can't feel through these emotions
Jump in that cat, now I'm drowning in the ocean.
The floors open I fell right in it
Back to the place where I'm always hidden
Scratch on my face, reveal my image til it
Til the concepts ridden, I respond to vivid
Yet beyond this vision is a nonstop scrimmage oh well
I'm right back in my own hell