Psychle Video (MV)

I lie on my back at night trying to figure out
The beast of doubt
The beast of doubt
My eyes scream an open fight to shadows' sight
That beats me down
That beats me down
Spine adjustment with restless brain will navigate
No threshold here
Our light, sound-vibration
Are just two fists of emptiness
In squandered bliss

I already feel like I've lived too long
This stint of life drags on with lesser songs
I drive to toil and earn my way
What the f*ck did I even do today

I lie agape in judgments wake
To persevere another day
With Hell to pay
I scrape the clay with broken blade
To interfere
Brainwaves
Brainwaves
What did I say
The stitches drag and snag along the ridges of this atmosphere
When thoughts appear
I'm not as lonely when pain holds me near
So again I bare this nightmare

As a hybrid
Confusion ascertains
Conflicting ideology cures all the hunger pangs
But to see the dichotomy from primal to mutated strain
Realization turns to sadness again
Again

Like prestidigitation
This transubstantiation
Will cure this shadow being
Well it f*cking won't
No it wont
The maker writ no consent for this life
To this I say that it's all so wrong
Which is why I'm broke
With robes of gilded guilt and wings of ashen silt
These crucifixes fixes nothing again
For its built from sin
So this goal called hope is just dope
For the uninformed to bloat
The ego scratching away at its den

The Psychle remains
As I lay awake