Channelling Brian Molko - Gnarwolves

I got high, took off my gloves

Never bothered sobering up

Found the key to my ribcage

And set my lungs to self-destruct

When I got low I broke my wrist

From lashing out with my bare fists

Punching myself in the head

Over and over again

It kind of muddled my clarity for the time

But it was hidden in the line you know where

Every song jives the same

Prophetic lines a parody

Of real life

How can I possibly avoid going insane

When I leave all the maths to my prosthetic brain

And I learned something sore today

Theres certain games I shouldn’t play

My ego’s delicately placed

On top of my nuerotic ways

When the pieces tumble down

I wallow in the dirty ground

Rely on my prosthetic brain

Over and over again

It’s kind of funny

Kind of dumb

Kind of fine

It kind of hides between the lines and nowhere

Every song jives the same

Prophetic lines a parody

Of waist up

How can I possibly avoid going insane

When I leave all the maths to my prosthetic brain

Ooh

Do you doubt who you are

When your day falls apart?

‘Cuz I do

Yeah, I do

It’s how we fumbled and found each other in the dark

While we’re constantly chasing our freedom to choose

Do you doubt who you are

When you’re told to shut up and consumed

‘Cuz I do

Sometimes I’m not convinced that I’m even present in the room