كلمات Lost Visual

You'll never say my name in solacement It's all paranoia infested in my brain I wish I could reject this interior pain I brace, I crawl, I pace, I fall, it's all I Won't ever fail at, I've never been worse off I race my clocks, I chase my thoughts with all of This lovely poison, I'll never get enough Fucked up all of this life I just repeat with no sense of direction Fucked up, I won't deny I plea for calmness, I plea for composure It's always floating up above my head I pick the pieces up to throw them away It festers onward with the pressuring I feel the thunder underneath my skin Please, don't look now, I'm servile To ghosts around me I feel like a prisoner I profess my disgust With those around me, I'll never believe in Anyone but myself I press my luck with every decision I can't stand this for much Longer than I should, I could break away from all of this and Free from, free from, free from, free from what? Hell Constantly crashing on my head Confusing all of this again What is happening? I have only my grief You'll never say my name in solacement