Waking up to find a cracked asylum wall
Deep beneath oceans of Methadone
As pain and pleasure envelope the walls of my lungs
I can feel the air thats ever still
A breeze enters, the slightest movement
An airflow, when the gusts blow
This oxygen belongs to someone else's lungs
Pity, I could finally breathe
I just see these shallow halls
The cement cracks, the pipings fall
I lament my situation to myself
I f*cking hate this f*cking self pity thing
This rock that I sleep on
A bed of steel wool and Ibuprofen
And I start to see through the cracks in the ceiling
I think its gonna cave
The cracks reveal a deep sea
One of cryptids and shadows, its saline
It drips from the top of the room to the top of my skull
It burns so bad without some oxygen
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Waking up to find a cracked asylum wall
Deep beneath oceans of Methadone
As pain and pleasure envelope the walls of my lungs
I can feel the air thats ever still
A breeze enters, the slightest movement
An airflow, when the gusts blow
This oxygen belongs to someone else's lungs
Pity, I could finally breathe
I just see these shallow halls
The cement cracks, the pipings fall
I lament my situation to myself
I f*cking hate this f*cking self pity thing
This rock that I sleep on
A bed of steel wool and Ibuprofen
And I start to see through the cracks in the ceiling
I think its gonna cave
The cracks reveal a deep sea
One of cryptids and shadows, its saline
It drips from the top of the room to the top of my skull
It burns so bad without some oxygen
Deep beneath oceans of Methadone
As pain and pleasure envelope the walls of my lungs
I can feel the air thats ever still
A breeze enters, the slightest movement
An airflow, when the gusts blow
This oxygen belongs to someone else's lungs
Pity, I could finally breathe
I just see these shallow halls
The cement cracks, the pipings fall
I lament my situation to myself
I f*cking hate this f*cking self pity thing
This rock that I sleep on
A bed of steel wool and Ibuprofen
And I start to see through the cracks in the ceiling
I think its gonna cave
The cracks reveal a deep sea
One of cryptids and shadows, its saline
It drips from the top of the room to the top of my skull
It burns so bad without some oxygen
Writer: Drake Klausing
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