Haunter

A little more fucked up than I care to admit
I'm ashamed of the ways that I deal with it
It's getting ugly (panic becomes me)
Rattle, pill bottle, put a baby to sleep

In too deep to crawl out
Too blunt to bite down

Overindulge in the melodramatic
Manic depressive, psychosomatic
The mechanisms melt into habits
For the creatures defined by the traumatic

(Hole in my head)
I am living in a habitual nightmare
(Hole in my head)
In one ear and out the fucking hole in my head

Open my skull up
Lock sights with that umbra
Staring into nothing 'til the suns up
I get a little more fucked up
It's getting ugly

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Torn between all sorts of superstitions
Like lobotomies and exorcisms
Idle hands channel depravity and calligraphic brain matter elegies

(Hole in my head)
I am living in a habitual nightmare
(Hole in my head)
In one ear and out the other hole in my head

I'm so alone in a house full of people
So loud (so loud, so loud, so loud, so loud, so loud)
I can't hear myself drown
(Shut up, shut up)
I can't hear myself drown
(Shut up, shut up)
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Oh, don't wake me up
Don't wake me