I Can’t Fucking Write Books Because I Only Write Songs Now Foxtails

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[Verse 1]
In transit I lay still
Windows bend and ceilings mock the seas
Faces move and their lips seem to stall
Progress moves as voices amass
And I still live in this crevice of a home
Of course the most terrifying things aren't real
But, alas, my vision's blocked by projections of demons under my bed

[Chorus]
Help me redirect my will
Shadows are not scared of pills
I know now that words can kill
Rip the cords out of my throat
I'm sick of sounding like a joke
Hope I'm silenced, hope I choke

[Verse 2]
In transit I lay still
Sharp skin and syringes pierce my eyеs
I never was one to put up a fight
Progrеss moves as voices amass
And I could not care less for this piece of shit called home
And of course they say that only time can heal
But I, well I could have been dead by now