stop this screaming and stop this car
do you ever get those moments where you forget who you are?
and you search for new identities to divorce from reality
cause everything just seems to feel wrong
how did it end up this way
it all seemed so good from so far away
real life is caving in but at least in my head i can play it again
my past in perpetuity
when real life won't give me what i need
nostalgia just lets me breathe
the dead are still alive inside of me
and if you make it to the other side
can you tell me what it feels like?
i try to be a flower not a fighter
but i'm burning petals off with a cigarette lighter
said the mistake incubator to the psychic simulator
"tell me, does my future still look brighter?"
cause there's a way out i can't see
from this prison of memory
and i look up to the sky and my conscious sings