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