Songtext von The Mind Bends To a Will Of Its Own

They said it's all in my head Like that's not the fucking problem Searching for a feeling A semblance familiar Floor to the ceiling The wall of eyes leering Fruition of anxieties, suicide analogies All I want is an exit All I am is a nervous wreck Wrong inflection, disconnection Feel the essence shift Armageddon premonition I think myself sick Leave, me, where you found me Free, me, from the grey Before I wind up dead Drag me out of my head I'm a perpetual deficit, made of missing pieces Absence in my chest, screw loose in my head Rorschach, fever dreams In fucking hell, but home it seems Leave me where you found me Leave me in the grey While the mind bends to a will of its own (Own) They said, it gets easier But I'm starting to think they lied to me Lie to me Migraine like a freight train Mind gone down the sinkhole Nothing for me here Might drive home, with my eyes closed