Another night spent in my head
Wishing for the moon to consume me instead
Peeling back skin to reveal innocence
Incapable of feeling all of these thoughts in my head
Another night spent with my thoughts
Praying for someone to absolve me of all that I want
And the moon howls too
While the sun reaches out and it tries to heal you
Another night spent here again
Baring my teeth to the cold hand of death
With my hands tight clutching my chest
I won't go now
If I do, well, I won't feel a thing when I'm rid of these thoughts in my head
Another day trapped in my thoughts
Begging for anyone to believe in me that's not God
And the fire, the fire burns bright
Make me an instrument of peace
And I won't put up a fight
Another night spent in my bed
If I get high enough now, will I lose all my skin?
With a smile I laugh in my bed
Is there anyone who can cure me of these thoughts in my head?
Withering dead
Empty the best parts of you in everything that I've said
Growing void of all confidence
Dress yourself nice
And when you do, tell me how you make sense of the plague that convenes in my head
Another night spent in my head
Wishing for the moon to consume me instead
