Impulse control is as overrated
As the button pressing that keeps you sedated
Something so so so horrific
That it needs to be baited
Into neurotic compression
It comes on so strong
It agitates
Body non-conforming
Transforming
And still the hate runs freely like
The sweat from the pores
Dripping through the bedsores
I've accepted my mind is a whore
Thinking aloud
Hearing it come out backwards
Thinking aloud
Can't turn off
Cannot
Can't turn off
Please help
Can't turn off
Can't turn
Please help me
Can't turn off
Cannot
Can't turn off
Please help
Can't turn off
Can't turn
Please help me
If you think you're in control
Stand up
If you're standing up then kindly
Go get f*cked
I exist in a vacuum
Did I ever leave my room?
Weight of sleeplessness
Suffocating clarity
Poor me
In a dream
I can't leave
Did I leave?
What does it mean?
Can't you see when I say 'can't you see?'
I mean 'what does it mean?'
Long for stasis basically
But it keeps evading me
And I don't dream
In my dreams
I don't dream
In my dreams