Year Of The Knife - Internal Incarceration

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I hold myself in contempt
I don’t give a fuck, I’ve nothing to hide
They just don’t understand
Since my mom passed
A part of me has really died
Heaven denied on an Earth that’s hell
I live in a skull no different from a cell
Sick of a body that I can’t leave behind
And what it takes to meditate a mind
From a womb to a tomb
These issues I’m facing
Alone in my room
Depend, depend on a friend
I can’t remember
How long it’s been
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
It’s comfort in nowhere
Nowhere to grow
It’s nobody’s fault but my own
To painfully exist, exist alone
In my internal incarceration
How do I break out?
You have to lose a lot
To find yourself
Even your innocence
Thinking back as a kid
What being alone did
It’s not so pretty now
That’s where addiction was found
I’d burn those houses down
Into a hole in the ground
And I’d burn them down again
And I’d make it evident
With satisfaction just to
Laugh at the fucking flames
From a womb to a tomb
These issues I’m facing
Alone in my room
Depend, Depend on a friend
I can’t remember
How long its been
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
It’s comfort in nowhere
Nowhere to grow
It’s nobody’s fault but my own
To painfully exist
Exist alone
In my internal incarceration