my dna is Morphing me into a soldier of Fortune
but that doesn't matter cuz I don't even feel Important
I'm where I've always been but tonight it seems Foreign
if I'm really so mentally ill, honestly I should be Quaran-
tined, alone somewhere in solitary Confinement
so I can waste away and wonder where my Mind Went
what's the Prognosis of my Psychosis I Know It isn't Good
if you can't take it all in then you'll be the one Took
as your Caught Up in scenario that you never Thought Of
you feel like Sawdust in a hurricane raining down Lava
do Not Trust this world it has already Forgot Ya
I found that out the same day that I Lost Love
I'm Barely Here, what will become of me isn't Very Clear
you'll never make the part of me that Cares Appear
those elements are combustible don't Supply the Spark
I know it's gonna rain the Skies are Dark Inside my Heart