Lyrics entry - Kleff

Fucking sick of this insolence

Dissonance likes the
Incidents where I'm diffident
Difficult
Into it
Been through it

The pain is so picturesque
I can picture the cigarettes
Tricking simple heads into rest
Thinking this will all intersect
Making nimble wall's interest pique
In the hall, internet speaks
Sin that calls in Tourette speech
In the pulse, indirect leech

They call me a schizophrenic
They call in the best of the medics
Fall in the heads of the manic
Malls in the dead shift they have it
Better than I really do
Better reality too
Bet in this fantasy
I can have easy panicky moods

(Fucking sick of this)

And now?
Yeah, I lost myself
Offed myself
Tried to offer help
All to tell
Stories of the hell
What the hell
Why the fuck do I talk to myself?
Why do I honestly dwell?
Why do I fall asleep when I
Wanna be somebody else?
Why?

Just to realise
That I deify
What I redefine
In my three to five?
Or my twelve to eight (sorry)
Hell, too late buddy
I see to my
Fucking reasons why
I resupply
On my weed supply
Read the room
And feed the wine
Be the fumes
Receive the fine

(Fucking sick of this)

As of late
I made my bed
Made my own fucking grave
May my head
Stay on lock 'til I'm sane
Take my sad
Maybe just walk away
Say you're mad
Blame it on this fucking pain

It's a hard pill to swallow, this sorrow
Bar, will to wallow
Tomorrow I still will fall though, just follow
Me to the sirens, this violence
Seeps into my veins, describing
Scenes of a migraine, just vibing
Means that in my brain I'm fighting
ME