You sent me off in a panic And ran me off my own road The action was automatic In another tiring episode You say i'm being dramatic But you're the one with the scars up and down your arms Your body language is static And your senseless speech is monotone Don't wanna listen to your mouth And I don't wanna help you chew your meat It doesn't fit my persona So get your damn dead body off my street I hear a language of static You should store it in the attic with the broken t.v So you can help yourself get placed and replaced There's no reaction from false body talk Now i'm getting dramatic Absorbing all of this in It's filling up in my attic And seeping out through my skin Now all my focus is static A product of displacement I gotta get so erractic Just to make a simple statement There's no reaction from false body talk (just depend on blind interpretation) And i'm still staring at you feeling blank as a concussion Because i'm circling the consequence, orbiting the obvious