Catatonic

Superstitions continue
To build inside my mind
Collecting like splinters
That I can't seem to find
When will all of this just fucking subside?
The more I look for an answer the more I remain inside

Superstitions continue to build inside my mind
Collecting like splinters that I can't seem to find
When will all of this just subside?
The more I look for an answer the more I remain inside

I'm past the point of being insecure
Just trying to grasp upon a cure
And I know it resides in myself
Because I despise the help

Laying catatonic
Can't seem to stop this

Delusions are coming through
Confused to what is true
Delusions are coming through, and I'm
Still confused as to what is true

Sensations
Of
Paralysis

Twiddling my thumbs, passing by the things that I have done
Nimble and numb, in-denial towards who I have become
Twiddling my thumbs, passing by the things that I have done
Nimble and numb, in-denial towards who I have become