Distortion

Goddamn those stupid fucking
Automatic doors that stopped working
And screw that guy at the door who makes me take
My headphones off every morning
I'm listening to my music, i'm not disturbing you
Leave me alone and let me get to my class (oh please)
I just want to feel like i'm being truly loved by somebody

Those sweet rosy cheeks
(of the guy at the pub with his pants too low)
And a great beaming smile
(but he's waving to somebody else i don't know)
Your torment, your pain, your sadness
It brings me all joy, i'm broken inside without it
I think there's something wrong with me
Baby i'm struggling to breathe

Half my friends are music critics
It's all we ever talk about
I wish I was closer with those that I want to be close with
But i can't get the words out
My room is a prison with bars over windows
I need an excuse to get out of the house
Just come out to me, just come back for me
I'll do anything for my freedom baby

My vocals are plagued with distortion
Imperfections lie in every recording
There's flies in my throat and they're choking me
I'm struggling to breathe
There's no uniqueness lying here
The puppetmaster's been long gone for a while
My computers sending me a distress signal
I forgot to back up my files (fuck)

Send me a letter, send me a postcard
Your glow always hurts my eyes so much
Break down my vocal takes, feed it through filters
Like feeding the beast of the blackstar castle
Her two sided tongue wants the best of both worlds
But ended up hurting everyone else
Struggles will bubble and rise to the top
But sometimes the children end up spoiled
Some people are just born rotten, twisted
Forgotten whispers are locked in prisons
How long has it been since i've seen the sunlight?
My curtains blend up the days and the nights

This is my reflection
A place which is safest for me
I want you to never forget me
I'm struggling to breathe

TAKE ME OUT
Chew me up
Grab me by both of my ankles, I want you to
BREAK ME IN HALF
A motive was
Always incidental
BIDE MY TIME
Splitting your
Body and soul into separate people
STAB ME IN MY EYES
Then you can
Push yourself out through the door

My vocals are plagued with distortion
Imperfections lie in every recording
There's flies in my throat and they're choking me
I'm struggling to breathe
There's no uniqueness lying here
The puppet master has been long gone for a while
My computers sending me a distress signal
Make me your archangel, mangled up stranger
As long as you never stop speaking to me