Keep my brain, I want another
It gets worse as I get old
I couldn't bear to look again
Scratch until it all comes off
Little bugs that hold on
Push them all away
Whip crack, paranoia
I feel it chasing again
Short sharp radiations
Shake and rattle on all day
We got it all just figured out
It gets worse when you know how
Let it in, When you're practicing your sin
When there's nothing wrong with anything
Or let it show, I see it punching at your skull
Or just hide and pray for anything
Thank fuck I'm so bad at remembering
Greedy thoughts they come around
Chasing what we'll never have
You could hope
Change your skin and let it in
Don't chase a virtue to a sin
You could hope