CARACEA - PSYCHOTIC Lyrics

She can sit, in a room
For hours and hours trapped in her world
Many ideas, her whole being gets so whirled
Mind wanders off through abyss
Rock, water, pain, bliss to be absent is her wish
Yet she didn't fall, only drown in the essence of what she is
The ground is crumbling beneath your feet
You say you're fine, but you're lying through your teeth
Through your teeth
Manifestation
Manipulation
Controlling, is what the doctor told me
Running through empty houses
Breaking broken doors
I think she's lost all floors
She can jump, from happy, to sad in a second or so
Sometimes I, get so lost, I don't know what to do
But it's okay, yes it's okay
I'm kinda scared of her too
I can get lost in the music
All the visuals and sounds
My head is a mess, filter switched off
Get out
I can get lost in the music
All the visuals and sounds
My head is a mess, filter switched off
Triggers - what I'm made of!
Triggers - what I'm made of!
Triggers - what I'm made of!
Triggers - what I'm made of!
I can get lost in the music
All the visuals and sounds
My head is a mess, filter switched off
GET OUT
Manifestation
Manipulation
Controlling, is what the doctor told me
She can get, so weary, and in this all time disappears
Stare blankly, at the painting crawl, until time is cleared
Swimming through oceans of thought, time is distraught
It's like getting too much glycol in your alcohol
It's like giving up, with a scream
I can get lost in the music
All the visuals and sounds
My head is a mess, filter switched off
Get out
I can get lost in the music
All the visuals and sounds
My head is a mess, filter switched off
But I think I'm fine now