I'm worried there are worms in my gut
Eating up anything and everything that resembles love
A small taste of consistency would settle their hunt
Pinch the nerve in my neck
Go numb without anesthetic, words left out of my rhetoric
Lack of feeling isn't foreign to me
Compound the stress
Man, I'm one hell of a mess
I hope a sentence with sense come out
Release the rest
Damn, I thought I was making progress
But here I am still filled with doubt
Who put butterflies in my stomach?
My anxiety is always on the come up
Please stop, don't embellish the truth, okay?
So we can relish in the refrain
I could pray to a God
Though doing that's a lost cause
When I don't believe anymore
A prayer to no one results in nothing
Show me something real
And I'll substitute it for myself
I can't seem to feel
Much less care for someone else
Compound the stress
Man, I'm one hell of a mess
I hope a sentence with sense come out
Release the rest
Damn, I thought I was making progress
But here I am still filled with doubt
I hope you like the taste of your own medicine
Prescribe this pill
Reactions vary
Unique like snow
Built to break for the last time
Swear you're a makeshift monster
Do I deserve this?
Harbor evil spirits you fostered
And did I earn this?
Effect found the cause
My nightmares come from troubled thoughts
You tried to cut my tongue out of my mouth
Go on and hide your claws
Watch me bleed while handing me gauze
Stitches behind my gums serve as a vow
I've had enough now
credits
from Sweet Dreams,
released December 31, 2018
written and recorded by Pure You
produced, mixed, and mastered by Greg Lindholm at the Warming House
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