I choose my words, my battles carefully

No God-shaped shadow's hanging over me

I’m my own worst enemy

I’ve got a matroshka memory

I can’t see past the foreground of my dreams

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 (x2)

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