X-Amount Of Words

Relapse
Prevent trigger intent
Now Drown
High strung
Say X amount of words

Your solar, bipolar
Panic disorder
Seems harder and harder and harder
Still you try to control it

You mold the mold
Yeah you shape to mold
Boy you're bold, you're bold
But your shape is bold

You’re a symptom superficial
To what they call knowing you
Minus the speed
Could you imagine the phobia?

Oh! (Recording)
Oh! (Recording)

Your brain is faulty wiring
the reason for tiring
Keep treating the curse,
Imagine the worst
Systematic, sympathetic
Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
Your heart is prosthetic

A plate of quite peculiar
On a dish of my own
A tablespoon of feather
tickle me to the bone
Give me recipes for happy
with the chemicals gone
Drinking freedom from a bottle
to the tune of belong

Oh!
(Recording
I only wanna see)
Oh!
(Recording, recording
I can’t believe)
Oh!
(I only wanna see)
Oh!
(I can’t believe)
You made me!
(I only wanna see)
Oh!

I’m Sick of shaking
Never waking
From the Hell I achieved
I never knew you till you left me
With the crying disease

Another curing, reassuring way to buckle the knees
So mistreated I repeated never blessing your sneeze

Now deleted & defeated
I will stand on my own
Yeah, your memory that punches me
Has broken the bone

Give me recipes for sorry
I’m admitting I’m wrong
Still, your memory that punches me
Has broken the bone

OH!
(Recording
I only wanna see)
OH!
(Recording, recording
I can’t believe)
Oh!
(Recording
I only wanna see)
Oh!
(Recording, recording
I can’t believe)
You made me!
(I only wanna see)
You made me!
(Calling you to see)