Lyrics Malaise - Brom

Indecisive, let′s get more descriptive
Hit the lights, hi, my names victim
Summer fights that don't feel quite right
With myself in the dead of the night
Cause sleep seems new to me
My rest likes truancy
Contest I′m through with these
It's left until I need
Bottle neck beliefs
With a bucket a beats, bleed
Throttle till the lead
Chalk it up as a test, cheat
I'll leave it on my chest
Till you call a MD, preach
Mental manic mess
Keep on watching TV, sheep
Hypocrite, get vexed
′Till you hate what you see, leave
Live with it, regret
′Till you hate what is me, speak
Fail safe intent
Fill your lung with your breath, breathe
Never on the fence
'Till your death, this is all free
Some days I just can′t see