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^Amx2 ^{C F C Em} [Verse]

^AmThought cycle gusty a m^Cind filled with hot air. Must I ^Fcare for nothing more than mys^Celf? Do I d^Emare admit the ^Amfraught thoughts cavorting? Resorting in ^Cinner-directed mourning for the ^Fpart of me that was selfless but ^Cleft without a ^Emwarning. Well ^Amthat’s what I said, but maybe it’s the f^Cact that I detest this ^Fobsession with myself that leaves a ^Cmess inside my ^Emhead. Oh shit I’m ^Amdoing it again, repelling a^Cny potential friend, revealing ^Fmy innate ability to ^Cnever fully compre^Emhend ^Amanything bigger than myself, but in the ^Cend I still pretend. Condesc^Fending anyone polite enough to choose to miss^Cpend their ^Emtime ^Amwatching me as I achieve my s^Cecret social mission. To d^Frain people with my boring s^Ctories and opini^Emons. To ^Amsee the bigger picture takes i^Cntelligence and wisdom, but I ^Fwon’t see nothing more with just mys^Celf in my vis^Emion.

^Amx2 ^{C F C Em} I go outs^Amide a blitz of faces unwil^Cling to confess to any emp^Fathy, endlessly incessantl^Cy declining a^Emny pleasantries. ^AmHeavily breathing, socially ^Cteething. I’m open like a vivis^Fection. Intense tendency to dwe^Cll, seething ^Emover missed connections. ^AmInfected by my per^Cceptions that I’m a non-entity, ^Fproject my insecurity until ^Cintensity is ^Emweaponry. ^AmGrieving a heavenly fiction I perc^Ceived whilst I was dreaming. Aw^Fake! Freezing, wheezing, fu^Cndamentally I’m still b^Emelieving that, ^Amthis is an elegy for concepts I ^Cconceived in deep sleep, as I ^Fhelplessly watch them fade whilst I a^Cwake, I try and ^Emkeep them alive. ^AmIncomparable with ^Clife but eventually they die and the ^Fbrain I used to cultivate re^Cveals my lovers ^Emwere a lie. |

^Amx2 ^{C F C Em Am}When inside my mind I find a w^Cay to replicate reality. ^FThrough lucid dreaming I decimate t^Che limitations of ^Emactuality. ^AmCapacity practically et^Cernal, mortality ex^Fternal, no god but I investigate ^Cthe blasphemous worship of ^Emthe nocturnal. ^AmInternally existing without moral^City creates profanities without the ^Ftravesty and compared to the apathy of ^Crealness I r^Emeveal my own ins^Amanity. The majesty of f^Cantasy protects me from t^Fragedy. Normality's effects rej^Cect the agony of ra^Emtionality. Which t^Amhankfully penetrates with no a^Cvail to my unreality, an elabo^Frately designed privately o^Cwned spiral gal^Emaxy. ^AmFinancially I’m failing, n^Caturally decaying. ^FSoon I’ll have no safe place to sl^Ceep if these bills st^Emill need paying, ^Amdisplaying cravings with open e^Cyes for something mind expanding for ^Fwhen I drift away I see the to^Ctality of unders^Emtanding.