Insomnia Broadcast - Loud Lyrics

A drop of blood on the floor
My nose is running dry
Subjective distaste
For impulsive detriments
A joke that became well known
By stranded lovers, friends
How funny of you
To pretend that I'm dead

I'm just afraid that I'll fail once again
But who really cares if I win?
He doesn't even know me

Everything is loud
I can't hear my own thoughts
The burden of imagining
Took a toll on my soul

I lost my glasses on the street
It was a perfect deal
Cause the world seemed so nice
Once that I was blind

I'm just afraid that I'll fail once again
But who really cares if I win?
He doesn't even know me

So for me
Heaven is the place that I won't be feeling blue
So for me
Maybe it's a place that is colorblind too
So for me
This life is just a nightmare chase
And the most scarred and broken gets elected

Everything is loud
I can't hear my own thoughts
The burden of imagining
Took a toll on my soul

In a world of poets, we're the shallow metaphors