Sensory overload Like salt on the wound I'm stuck in this place, too Confined to this tomb I can't be removed What if I don't belong? What if they want me dead and gone? I've been a failure all along Lose sight of what I know Another pill to the dome Don't tell me that you feel me Like you even fucking know I can't see straight Lose in this haze This suffering Is part of me Where do I go? Another fork in the road Where do I go? Imposter Syndrome takes hold Fuck Imposter Syndrome takes hold It's calling mе home