Dissonance.

These thoughts, these walls,
Its been on my mind.
I'm as deaf to your calls
as I'm hard to find.
Don't ask me for much
I don't really know.
I've been losing touch
With my fucking soul.

Bereft of my tranquility
I tear at these walls
Only to bloody my hands
And get nowhere at all
You could never understand
That I am a man
Ashamed to look himself in the fucking mirror..

So I ask myself at night, What are you keeping inside?
Will I ever know, can I fucking go
and turn on all the lights.
This pit in my core
This whole in my chest
It makes me feel like...
I'm dead like the rest.
These thoughts inside my head
These walls imposing dread.
Beating me down into the fucking ground,
yet the voices keep me fed.

They secretly want me dead
But I know well in the end
A parasite cannot live without
it's fucking host.

So make me a ghost.

Once I'm dead these fucking walls turn to dust.
I give my last breath beating down the Devil's door.
I have no choice but to conquer myself.
Even if it means I'm going straight to Hell.