Verse 1:
A little crack in the mind;
A little too many ties to bind me to a generalised fear of oblivion.
A feeling that the ground’s about to open up and swallow me in.
A cold finger from the stomach to the cleft of the chin.
I’m keeping it in;
This feeling that I’m living in sin.
The vague notion there’s a Gremlin that’s been wearing my skin;
And telling me things;
And spreading it’s wings;
And growing ever exponentially,
Infecting with the poison it sings.
And all my passion turns sour;
I never had a minute that didn’t feel like it lasted an hour.
I’m clenching my jaw;
I wish I could talk;
But the only thing that I can think is if I speak I’ll hurt the ones I adore.
And when I do speak damage gets done.
Despite the intention the things I mention come with aggressive inflection;
And every sentence an etching;
Every relationship stretching;
Until it just won’t stretch no more.

Hook x 2:

Every day is the same: the fear and loathing and shame;
Another desperate attempt to take control of my brain.
And try to refrain from saying something fucking insane.
When I fail, I try it again.

Verse 2:

Well I woke up feeling fine;
But with this Gremlin of mine;
Something somebody said in jest was a critique in my eyes.
So now I’m scanning the horizon for lies;
When in the back of my mind I know there’s nothing to find.
But that don’t mean that I can let it go;
That don’t mean that I can ever fucking let it go.
No, I’ll be searching for the meaning of the thing you said three days ago.
Until you give me the apology you didn’t know you owed.
And I’m tired of being like this;
Always standing on the precipice and staring out into the abyss;
With the abyss staring back at me;
Willing me to attack and be;
Everything I don’t want to be;
self-fulfilling its prophecy.
‘Cause I know that eventually everybody leaves.
And just the knowledge makes it difficult to breathe.
So if I cast the first stone;
And push until I’m alone;
I can alleviate the feeling that I need to atone.

Hook x 2

Every day is the same: the fear and loathing and shame;
Another desperate attempt to take control of my brain.
And try to refrain from saying something fucking insane.
When I fail, I try it again.

Verse 3:

Can’t shake the feeling that I need to weep;
The feeling comfort only comes with either death or sleep;
And joy’s an ever-fleeting feeling I can never keep;
And satisfaction is a seed that I can never reap.
This repetition is an ever repeating pattern;
Of ever repeating matters;
And ever-repeatingly scattered thoughts and attention;
That matter little to others but take control of my life;
I’m living day to day;
I’m walking on the edge of a knife, it’s like…

Hook x 3.