House Of Mirrors

(альбом: Grief Creature - 2019)

My brain is a house divided
Rooms with too many doors
I can't tell you why
It's a home without a light

I spent most of my years
Trying to burn the roof
A starving arsonist
Oh, I was
Waiting for the wind
I've seen people do crazy things
I've seen it in myself
But I'm not going back there
Planning my darkest hours
Locking all the windows
In a house full of mirrors
It's me against me
Locking all the windows
In a house full of mirrors
It's me against me
It's me fighting me

It's me fighting me

[Macklemore:]
I saw God on the sidewalk once
Walking towards me
I thought that I was dreaming
Put my hoodie on over my head
Tucked my neck
Crossed the street
Pretending I didn't see 'em
I keep fear close
And I keep love just out of arm's reach
Probably for a reason
'Cause if I touch it, and learn it, and study it
I'll know how shallow it really is
In the deep end
Why do I still wanna swim?
Why can't I surrender to the voices within?
Why can't losing it all and the wounds from the fall
Be enough to never do it again?
I forget how bad it is
This fleeting happiness

Self sabotage, not a means of balancing
Another Hail Mary to write my way out of Hell
But I don't think that I'm ready to fully forgive myself
The truth they admire, but you are a liar
Psychiatrist wanting to put my psychopathic self on mood stabilizers
Ruled by desire
The prayer doesn't work if the pew is on fire, like

[Mary:]
I've seen people do crazy things
I've seen it in myself
But I'm not going back there
Planning my darkest hours
Locking all the windows in a house full of mirrors
It's me against me
Locking all the windows in a house full of mirrors
It's me against me

It's me fighting me