Quietly Insane
Why can't I be one of those mentals?
Life is hard when you work it out
I'm an island my shore it is gentle
I've deserted without a doubt
Life is hard when you work it out
Torrid thoughts turn to elementals
I've deserted without a doubt
Ancestors axed with buried parentals
Torrid thoughts turn to elementals
In deep waters I thrash about
Ancestors axed with buried parentals
In spaces no one hears me shout
In deep waters I thrash about
I'm an island my shore it is gentle
In spaces no one hears me shout
Why can't I be one of those mentals?
I can't stand these strands and ligaments
That tether me to a past malignant
Mocking shadows of a glorious man
Less now than ever, less now than that