I'm sick of feeding my soul To people who'll never know Just how purposeless and empty they've grown Because the language confuses like Computers refuse to understand how I'm feeling today
I'm freezing, and losing my way I don't need another map of your head I am freezing, and losing my way I don't need another map of your head
I saw a liquid control That gives birth to a soul I hit my head on it and woke up to know That I was all alone Wearing just socks and a phone Someone screaming like their world might explode