I don' know anything anymore
I locked the door- Am I ready for
What's 'bout to come pounding at it
'Cause I'm in the attic and I'm pounding on the floor
Tryna escape from this state of war
Pushing and tugging I can't take it anymore
I'm not that great at describing it
Therefore I'll let you say that I'm torn
Torn from the sky and the ground
Pushed by the sky, It surrounds
Formed from the floor, it's traumatic
But I'm in the attic and I hear no sound
Banging on the floor in search for something more
Staring at she sky with the hopes of one more life
Looking at the stars, knowing It's not that dark
But when you realize they're too far you're just counting up quarks
Inside my mind we all disagree
We wage war for no reason; no common agreement
We spread the disease with no treatment
We're fearing our demons in disbelief
Then I was diagnosed with nihilism
Finding incisions off of a trampoline
No guarantees, but I'll see if we can make peace
But it's always fight, yell, and repeat
That's when I fell on the floor
That's when they said go to war
That's when I couldn't go back
'Cause the static had chosen attack
And that's where they ruined this track
Inside my mind we're at war
Didn't I say that before?
I'll say it again so you know for sure
And I hope that you didn't ignore