Lie in the grass just to feel the breeze
Then float into space
Just to escape
This infinite silence
This silence
In my consciousness I am bulletproof
But somehow my mistakes have found me
Greet the air just the same
Ignore the stench from which it came
Breathe new life into this place
Burn the smell with a flame
In my consciousness I am bulletproof
But somehow my mistakes have found me
Isolation reaps no cure for the sane
Fixed upon the tyrant that is doubt but holds no blame
Have you forgotten what it means to breathe
Fall asleep no more
Hold yourself take a breath
You've reached the edge
Now take a step back
Take a step back
I am the tyrant
Inside your brain
You cannot rid me
With only disdain
In my consciousness I am bulletproof
But somehow my mistakes have found me
Isolation reaps no cure for the sane
Fixed upon the tyrant that is doubt but holds no blame
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