Verse 1:

Yeah. It’s, four in the morning and I’m not even yawning

I’m walking exploring the sector as the silence is calling

Strolling the area, so as I step through the city

It’s all too empty except my concerns, they just with me

But we don’t really talk except on rarest occasions

Because they never want to listen they just stare when I say things

And every time they speak to me they give me advice

Asking what’s the useless point to keep on living this life?

When you know that you’re suffering from a sickness in your head

That numbed you catatonically and ripped you into shreds

And you’re taking medications shoving pills down your throat

Praying deeply that these tablets can reveal you some hope

And every single time you hear about a future event

You practice acting so when it comes all you do is pretend

Like everything’s okay and you have something to say

But when you left that psychiatric ward no nothing has changed, Matt

Chorus:

I’ve been living inside my head

But it’s far from a home

It’s more like a prison

(And I don’t have the privilege seeing visitors)

(Thoughts are the only crime when this occurs)

I’ve been living inside my head

But it’s far from a home

It’s more like a prison

(And I don’t have the privilege seeing visitors)

(Thoughts are the only crime when this occurs)

Verse 2:

Imagine not having a single emotion or feeling at all, completely deprived

Waking up every day and you’re not even feeling awake or alive (Or dead)

Get out of bed then you pick out your clothing you head to the bathroom and start undress

Soaking your body then walk out water brush every tooth and you still don’t feel fresh

Grabbing your bag then you skate out the gate and you almost got hit by a car

Not feeling a flinch, a twitch, nor even a motherfucking beat has skipped your heart

Look up ahead and you check if the bus has arrived

You can’t tell, when you don’t feel a second, a minute, an hour, a day or a week any measure of time

Imagine you holding your nephew, who was just recently born

Taking his hand in yours, skin is so gentle and warm

Now imagine a family member has died, committed his suicide

Decided to take his life, granting a wish of not being alive

Fuck imagination that was all from me now try go believing

Through all of that I felt nothing, even though I try screaming

I’m like a robot (Malfunctioned) with a system that’s failed

And I just want to stick a blade in me and rip out the cables

Chorus:

I’ve been living inside my head

But it’s far from a home

It’s more like a prison

(And I don’t have the privilege seeing visitors)

(Thoughts are the only crime when this occurs)

I’ve been living inside my head

But it’s far from a home

It’s more like a prison

(And I don’t have the privilege seeing visitors)

(Thoughts are the only crime when this occurs)

Outro/Bridge:

My family and friends think I’m okay

But they don’t see the goddamn lie

(Don’t get me wrong they all care)

You heard what I said?

I’ve lost my soul it’s gone away

The only thing I own’s an empty mind

(You can’t repair what’s not there)

I’m already dead