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Disengaged
Drowning in my pillow
In my dark room with a window
And the blinds are too much light
The gray walls are much too bright
And I’m trapped in a limbo
The bar is crushing down too low
There’s a sharp pain in my chest
I’m tired from getting too much rest
And what can I say or where can I go
I need to leave these walls but I don’t want to know
What it’s like to be with friends because the nights always end
And I’m back all alone
In what they gag down my throat
Home?
I don’t think so
Even Satan knows
And he knows what to say
How to make me feel okay
But its a dream; it never stays
It’s too dangerous to be awake
And God is there and he is real
But it’d be easier if I could feel
If he could talk and I could hear
Sure he’s near but just how near?
No
Anger, it’s boiling, it’s about to blow
I don’t want to hurt the world but the thoughts are out of control
And the bar is pushing down into my ribs
Building pressure they don’t understand how she lives
The crowd leaves, even my ride
It hurts but it never didn’t, so why am I surprised
Let me escape reality
I’ll see faces, monsters; hear voices & things
I won’t sleep at night, won’t be awake in the day
Autopilot, cloned, coded to
disengage
My ring finger is naked
I’ve been mistaken
Now let me numb out
Now let me numb out
In my dark room with a window
And the blinds are too much light
The gray walls are much too bright
And I’m trapped in a limbo
The bar is crushing down too low
There’s a sharp pain in my chest
I’m tired from getting too much rest
And what can I say or where can I go
I need to leave these walls but I don’t want to know
What it’s like to be with friends because the nights always end
And I’m back all alone
In what they gag down my throat
Home?
I don’t think so
Even Satan knows
And he knows what to say
How to make me feel okay
But its a dream; it never stays
It’s too dangerous to be awake
And God is there and he is real
But it’d be easier if I could feel
If he could talk and I could hear
Sure he’s near but just how near?
No
Anger, it’s boiling, it’s about to blow
I don’t want to hurt the world but the thoughts are out of control
And the bar is pushing down into my ribs
Building pressure they don’t understand how she lives
The crowd leaves, even my ride
It hurts but it never didn’t, so why am I surprised
Let me escape reality
I’ll see faces, monsters; hear voices & things
I won’t sleep at night, won’t be awake in the day
Autopilot, cloned, coded to
disengage
My ring finger is naked
I’ve been mistaken
Now let me numb out
Now let me numb out
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