Released on December 11, 2015

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My brain is a god awful place

Where I take these things the world gives me

And I change them into something they're not

It's a cage like studio apartment

With two windows to Babylon and perfect acoustics

And you can hear the distant sound of sirens

That everyone finds unsettling

But I find more discomfort in silence like

Nobody's coming

Nobody can save me from myself

I'm a convict in my own brain cell

And imprisonment of negative thought that I've brought upon myself with nothing to do but peel my skin from front to back and crack my fucking skull in half

Just so that you could believe me that

Hell is under my hair

And I swear I'm gonna lose it

My life is all but lucid

I might be locked up for life if I don't find a sole solution

For the bane of my existence

I resist to solicit and sell myself for someone else

Tell you it's me

When it fucking isn't

Cause I am the prisoner

And I am the prison

With a sinister view of the wasteland we live in

Where sleepwalkers and ghost

That most definitely exist

Their casuals, casualties and religious obituary abyss

But I guess

Some black holes stay black

And some dark souls stay dark

And everyone casts a shadow

And every shadow has a start

And it's where the body ends

And it's there when the body expires

Burn in the wicked wickedness

Until it runs out of fire

But evil is infinite

Even if you don't believe in it

You could try to summon the demons from inside of me

But I perform my own exorcist

When I was possessed and paralyzed

By your paraphrased gospel lines

I already tried to commit suicide

So I consider this my afterlife

And I fall from the grace of God tower twice

Just so you could watch me die

On your way to salvation

I lay on cracked pavement

Dead

In my mind

But I always wake up from those little death daydreams

By the alarm of the ambulance

Disrupting the ambiance of the deceased

I'm losing regulation of was is and isn't imaginary

And if it's real in my head

How is that not reality

Because it feels as real as low the bow for love

And when the future devolves into the past

When everything you've every had is stolen

And your left swollen and trapped in the entombment of your own skull

Left to overthink, sink and soak

In the hole you fall deeper and deeper

And as you acknowledge its control

By how faith can be a tool to taunt

Like a guardian angel that only haunts the life that only though to be as thin as you thoughts

My brain is a god awful place

And I created it myself to be

A brain hell

Inmate

And there is no way out