User - Wilted lyrics

In a small little world in a version of love You are no more to me than an imaginative soul Romantically you get on my nerves Hanging on for dear Seems that my spleen it was splitting apart I tripped out I was picking at my sore to peek at my guts Yes I Wilting wilting wilting yeah Why I am wilting? Can we make it? Even with This burnt out bridge That crumbles to pieces And I run with my voice And vision of choice Cause I tired of waiting To say what I ought to be saying To counter the forces in my mind It raises the point that U don Waste your time trying to save mine Cause I Yes I wilting wilting wilting yeah Why I am wilting? Can we make it? Even with This burnt out dream That falls from our graces And I It seems that I ran out of luck And my wheels They seem to be turning as much And I In this hole and it seems Yes it seems to be so warm and dry Cause I Yes I Disguised as a priest Armed with a voice smothered in wisdom Like a rat on crack I am about to attack