Shadow

Place my instincts on trial, subjugating everything I believe to be true
Resistant and in-denial, viewing in but only seeing through
Is there any truth to these thoughts that are intrusive?
Tired of fixating on all of the blueprints
Rituals designed for relief has kept me hindered and I'm no longer lucid

Dancing with the shadows on my wall
Whispering sweet nothings until the floor begins to fall
Now I'm lost in their movements
Fueled by the music of them laughing at the things I've done wrong

Tomorrow's song will continue to be sung
Sorrows never gone, programmed to only operate with what I've become

Stuck within these patterns, fuck if they even matter

Claustrophobic memories
Fears stitched into my skin
Weighed down by myself
Still sinking within

What's the truth to all of this?
Is this as hard as it gets?

What's the truth to all of this?
Is this as hard as it gets?
What's the truth to all of this
What's the truth to all of this

What's the truth to all of this