I talk to myself with morse code and a hammer

So you think I'm fucking crazy? Well...

Actually
I don't mind cause honestly I believe  you're most likely right.
When every day I watch myself go one step further insane
I suppose my serenades are sometimes somewhat deranged.
Stop worrying! I've always known how it looks:
One irredeemable deadbeat already dropped by the fight

I must be clairvoyant because
when I close my eyes there's one image that's always on my mind
A million microscopic machetes comprised of ice carving lines
Across every face I ever had to make to catalog my resign
To the daylight life that supplies me with each new crime
The dead don't exist without a birth and whatever living you find


And I still don't know  how I'm supposed to refrain
from murdering myself with one paycheck and this pain
But somehow I feel a bond like we're already tight.
So I think I know how much you know this speed will remain
A parasite barely out of sight swimming straight through my veins

I take what I can but I'll struggle for all of my gains
As long as I have these two holes leading sraight to my brain.