This just started, I'm loathing it This feeling has left me dry Crash feeling like arctic winds Face your inner self until it ends So violate me, all this waiting So fucking high on pain, we cannot paint things Chose to breathe in the swamp And forget about the fresh air This just started, I'm loathing it This feeling has left me dumb, downtrodden, and sluggish To face your inner self until it ends And face your inner self until it ends So violate me, all this waiting So fucking high on pain, we cannot paint things Chose to breathe in the swamp And forget about the fresh air Parted, the lack of company When scenes switch, the flick of a wrist Don't feel so good to be dismissed Over and over again