What I learned from this lesson is out of line
The same lesson I stepped in a thousand times
Cause what is obsession without a mind?
Eyes deadened, I was deafened as I leapt from confine
I mistook it in the mirror, my reflection as it shined
Pride threatened by the weapons that I set up down the line
My affect was past tense in any way I had left
A half-a**ed half step towards me galvanized
Doctors measuring the breaths that I still have inside
What they call symptoms, I call random signs
The ghost inside me manifests at phantom size
When I can't inside, my mannerisms stand to an*lyze
My frame of thought. Held within a frame a sadist can't design
Always been a fan of other brains but not a fan of mine
Cross fingered handshakes with the hands of time
Promising me things that the words of a human can't define
And I look at like this, the manic nights get
Hard regardless of planning my shifts
These antic sights sit heavy amongst the sands of lifes grip
Caught within a maze of darkness and a static white mist
And that's the reason that I panic like this