Blank - System Syn

I take myself to this place

Every year on every year

And they are always here

They never leave

There are three-hundred and sixty-four days

That I can throw away

Drown out my sorrow

And forget all the things my head replays

I’ve stolen it all

It’s nothing to fall

Nothing to fall over again

Let’s start over again

Let’s take it all out

I will open this skull if it takes me all night

Find the piece in my mind where the shame of it lies

I will carve it out

And when I re-stitch the skin on my newly blank head

I won’t know all those times I’d have been better off dead

I’ve stolen it all

It’s nothing to fall

Nothing to fall over again

Let’s start over again

Let’s take it all out

In my mind

My horrible mind

But there are three, six and five

That one day that comes back

Every year I build this trap

And I drive out, just to brush off some dirt

Pretend this has meaning

Pretend I don’t hurt