Cranial Infestation - Wretched

My manic world collides

With the day your head spins questions

Hurled right to my side

Frantic!

Desperate, for a song to hide

I, I just need a pause

Body feeds itself

I’m eating basic meat to sustain the day’s work

Nicotine and weed to fuel the next shift

In need of changes

Physical rearrangement

Tossed the vile, but more restricted

Truth’s dead I will always be addicted

Tossed the vile, but more restricted

Truth’s dead I will always be addicted

I grow weary of, weary of my phone;

if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety!

I grow weary of, weary of my phone;

if I open it I cannot escape the anxiety!

Trivial but true, parasite of the brain

Draining my body

Draining my body of its dirty blood

Calls, questions and incoming mail

My future, my present and the end of the world

My fix and cigarette, my song and band

Son, daughter, sister, suicide

Second chance at life

Blame!

This blame is rampant!

Obsessions of all kinds

Obsessions of all kinds

This blame is rampant!

Your brain was so simple, flipped off with a snap

I’m reading you wrong, neck’s hard to grasp