I got high, took off my gloves Never bothered sobering up Found the key to my ribcage And set my lungs to self-destruct When I got low I broke my wrist From lashing out with my bare fists Punching myself in the head Over and over again It kind of muddled my clarity for the time But it was hidden in the line you know where Every song jives the same Prophetic lines a parody Of real life How can I possibly avoid going insane When I leave all the maths to my prosthetic brain And I learned something sore today Theres certain games I shouldn't play My ego's delicately placed On top of my nuerotic ways When the pieces tumble down I wallow in the dirty ground Rely on my prosthetic brain Over and over again It's kind of funny Kind of dumb Kind of fine It kind of hides between the lines and nowhere Every song jives the same Prophetic lines a parody Of waist up How can I possibly avoid going insane When I leave all the maths to my prosthetic brain Ooh Do you doubt who you are When your day falls apart? 'Cuz I do Yeah, I do It's how we fumbled and found each other in the dark While we're constantly chasing our freedom to choose Do you doubt who you are When you're told to shut up and consumed 'Cuz I do Sometimes I'm not convinced that I'm even present in the room