Well there's been talk of chemical imbalances
And it seems I'm running out of adjectives
Convince me
Convince me it's a tragedy
My brain is filling me apathy
It doesn't want me to see
It's running
It's running out of constancy
And I am falling asleep
Because I don't know how to think
About these things
I think too rationally, callously
About how to hide more effectively
Crawl somewhere between
My skin and my soul
Let the white noise control me
Oh my, what a tragedy
Oh my, what a tragedy
Oh my, what a tragedy