[00:00.000] 作词 : Lochlan Keogh/Sabian Lynch/Scott Simpson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : John Arnold/Mitchell Fogarty/Scott Simpson
[00:29.617]They said it’s all in my head
[00:34.381]Like that’s not the ****ing problem
[00:38.137]Searching for a feeling
[00:40.248]A semblance familiar
[00:42.361]Floor to the ceiling
[00:44.500]The wall of eyes leering
[00:47.664]Fruition of anxieties
[00:49.806]Suicide analogies
[00:51.923]All I want is an exit
[00:54.053]All I am is a nervous wreck
[01:06.146]Wrong inflection, disconnection
[01:08.294]Feel the essence shift
[01:10.437]Armageddon premonition
[01:12.590]I think myself sick
[01:15.218]Leave me, leave me where you found me
[01:18.921]Free me,free me from the grey
[01:31.148]Before I wind up dead
[01:32.764]Drag me out of my head
[01:49.633]I'm a perpetual deficit, made of missing pieces
[01:53.880]Absence in my chest, screw loose in my head
[01:58.669]Rorschach, fever dreams
[02:00.268]In ****ing hell, but home it seems
[02:02.921]Leave me where you found me
[02:05.042]Leave me in the grey
[02:11.982]While the mind bends to a will of its own
[02:27.917]They said, it gets easier
[02:32.746]But I’m starting to think they lied to me
[02:37.561]Lie to me
[02:50.697]Migraine like a freight train
[02:53.392]Mind gone down the sink hole
[02:55.506]Nothing for me here
[02:58.158]Might drive home, with my eyes closed

作词 : Lochlan Keogh/Sabian Lynch/Scott Simpson
作曲 : John Arnold/Mitchell Fogarty/Scott Simpson
They said it’s all in my head
Like that’s not the ****ing problem
Searching for a feeling
A semblance familiar
Floor to the ceiling
The wall of eyes leering
Fruition of anxieties
Suicide analogies
All I want is an exit
All I am is a nervous wreck
Wrong inflection, disconnection
Feel the essence shift
Armageddon premonition
I think myself sick
Leave me, leave me where you found me
Free me,free me from the grey
Before I wind up dead
Drag me out of my head
I'm a perpetual deficit, made of missing pieces
Absence in my chest, screw loose in my head
Rorschach, fever dreams
In ****ing hell, but home it seems
Leave me where you found me
Leave me in the grey
While the mind bends to a will of its own
They said, it gets easier
But I’m starting to think they lied to me
Lie to me
Migraine like a freight train
Mind gone down the sink hole
Nothing for me here
Might drive home, with my eyes closed