I choose my words My battles carefully No God-shaped shadow's Hanging over me I'm my own Con con I'm my own worst enemy I'm my own Con con I'm my only (only)... I've got a ma- Tryoshka memory I can't see past The foreground of my dreams I'm my own Con con I'm my own worst enemy All these walls Will cave in Eventually They will win They're trying to amputate All our limbs They're trying to tell Us what to think I'm the king of amateur psychiatry My internal dialogue's a symphony This will be the death of me But these walls Will cave in Eventually They will win And all of my broken bones Will pierce my skin It's cutting off My oxygen It consumes Everything Eventually They will win All is lost To asymmetry I've tried to escape But it follows me All is lost To asymmetry I won't let them take You away from me