Ramblings of a Lunatic Đã duyệt

[Verse 1] I'm setting pen to paper again Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head And content manifest don't feel good enough for them So I try and transcend my ego But don't we know, it will never work Maybe I'll just descend to dirt And flirt with becoming food for worms [Chorus] Would anyone listen to this? The ramblings of a lunatic My mind does play an awful trick The ramblings of a lunatic Would anyone listen to this? I'm running from my emptiness My brain is tired, my stomach's sick The ramblings of a lunatic [Verse 2] Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth? Wiping dental records clean, is the carcass even me? Is this catharsis, therapeutic plunge to darkness Or elaborating upon my mediocrity? Maybe this is a result of me finally accepting That I'll be alone forever, that I deserve forgetting It's a pointless endeavour, and maybe it's upsetting But I've never felt more comfortable in the concept of things ending [Chorus] Would anyone listen to this? The ramblings of a lunatic My mind does play an awful trick The ramblings of a lunatic Would anyone listen to this? I'm running from my emptiness My brain is tired, my stomach's sick The ramblings of a lunatic [Verse 3] Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being Falling into darkness below my surface tension Emotional suppression, my coping mechanism 'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others Lungs filling up with fluid, place face under the covers 'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others I'm trying to distract myself from the fears that I've discovered [Chorus] Would anyone listen to this? The ramblings of a lunatic My mind does play an awful trick The ramblings of a lunatic Would anyone listen to this? I'm running from my emptiness My brain is tired, my stomach's sick The ramblings of a lunatic Would anyone listen to this? The ramblings of a lunatic My mind does play an awful trick The ramblings of a lunatic Would anyone listen to this? I'm running from my emptiness My brain is tired, my stomach's sick The ramblings of a lunatic