It's a kind of mental sickness Caused by caffeine and cigarettes Aggravation from the shit I regret
But I can't help but laugh at my own decay But the feeling's so intoxicating
Think I lost my voice of reason Guess I learned my last lesson I hear something like a whisper But all I see is my own murder
Struggle with mental compensation I've got my own reservations Don't come too close there's nothing I trust The words have all faded my brains gone to dust
But I can't help but laugh at my own decay But the feeling's so intoxicating
I'm running out of time (it's a plague that lives within my mind) I'm running out of time (it's a plague that lives within my mind) I'm running out of time (it's a plague that lives within my mind) More from Far From Finished