i know that being feeble diminishes me and if i had more impudence i could feel free being someone's victim is like a deadlock so then i step out of this viscous stand-off
once i feel myself secure and confident losing all the cramps throughout my brain and parts suddenly i nose certain familiar scent and then i turn into a kid who's just heard reprimands
and you still won't let me go crawling on my ceiling your presence benumbs my feelings like magnetic storm
i have an unstable pressure and heartbeat my consciousness expands and blurs the view around you become the centre of my migraine world and i can't force myself to write another song
all the words i put in verses desiccate as my mind emits the last flinders of verve you suppress my action with your permissiveness spirals of my way are coming to regress