The Paralysis Is Real کے بول

I think I'm getting used to the vein It seems like a fragile beating That I have undertaken I practice seeing through Six inch steel reflectors Always try to bind me and leave a scar Paralyzed, skull snap regret Dull skies sickening me back Black eyes staring me down Paralyzed, skull snap regret Dull skies sickening me back Cold eyes freezing me out Cutting to the bone and through Another endless summer And I'm laughing at the pain inside of me I anticipate the blues Medication time in just five Is this the end that I can't live without Spurs of bone Deep in the clutch How could I ever have felt this much?