INTRO

I'm losing my cool, losing my chill

I do this all the freakin' time, when will I wake up?

It's there, I know it is, I see it.

Yet I am cuffed at the feet and hands.

Cuffed by a matter so familiar, a feeling of disgust and comfort.

Fuck, I know where the keys are.

It's just that they are laminated with dangerous lullabies,

telling me that I'm fine,

I'm good,

but I'm also not worth it and that I should end it.

End what?

I don't know.

I don't want anything to end, I want them to start.

I want them to silence themselves.

I want to be silenced by my own thoughts..

And I just want them to tell me that I've been wrong, all along.