G.U.I.L.T.Y.

Suffer as a prisoner inside a guilty brain
Tiny hammers in my veins
They're compelling me to crave

If I have to take another visitor
I'll brick myself a wall
Bleed into the frame I've been seeking something pious
To give myself a change

I'm not afraid of chasing all these dreams away

Nothing you can do about your dreams
You can't deny them
Nothing you can prove because we're all just fiction

I'm not afraid of chasing all these dreams away
I've been feeling somewhat guilty