Broken

No clusters of memories have left me unstable
I'm acting right out of my head
Resilient in views, unfounded but true
The distortion is all that I have

Kept up in cycles, I hate that I'm in them
A plague on my actions, I act
So happy to see you when I'd rather kill you
It's moments like these leave me sickened with dread

Borderline broken
Yeah, that's what you get for pitching your tent
At the edge of reason
That's what you get, yeah, that's what you get

Oh, emotion unused is the root of abuse
When it's stamped on your hands you'll attack
And sleep still eludes while the nightmares confuse
Yeah, telling what's real from what's not

I'm bored, oh so bored, mind numbingly scarred
Tacking my way through the cuts and the scrapes
Mad, oh so mad, I'm deafening on contact
Wishful and watchful of what's coming next

Borderline broken
Yeah, that's what you get for pitching your tent
At the edge of reason
That's what you get, yeah
That's what you get

You twist up the logic
And follow the mundane
Dismantle the object
And cure away the stains, go on
And twist up the logic
Follow the mundane
Dismantle the object
And cure away the stains

Oh, confined little spaces, enablers created
Detested above the detestments I have
Locked in my solitude with all the nails I use
Hammering my vices into regret

You promised to save me but how will you find me?
And why would you want this destruction to stop?

Borderline broken, yeah
Borderline broken, hey
Borderline broken, yeah
Borderline broken, yeah
That's what you get, yeah
That's what you get