I choose my words
my battles carefully
No God-shaped shadow's
Hanging over me
I'm my own
con con
I'm my own worst enemy
I'm my own
con con
I'm my only (only)...
I've got a ma-
tryoshka memory
I can't see past
The foreground of my dreams
I'm my own
con con
I'm my own worst enemy
All these walls
Will cave in
Eventually
They will win
They're trying to amputate
All our limbs
They're trying to tell
Us what to think
I'm the king of amateur psychiatry
My internal dialogue's a symphony
This will be the death of me
But these walls
Will cave in
Eventually
They will win
And all of my broken bones
Will pierce my skin
It's cutting off
My oxygen
It consumes
Everything
Eventually
They will win
All is lost
To asymmetry
I've tried to escape
But it follows me
All is lost
To asymmetry
I won't let them take
You away from me