Still Broken / Lions Den

Wind chimes and the sprinklers at 3AM

I tried to redecorate my conscience

Accusing any regiment

Well I guess I'm really selling it

Every move I make is more degrading

But they'd pay to imitate it

Come judgement day there's gonna be complications

Stressing me 'cause I'm where you wanna be

But how does that make any sense

It's too crowded in my head

I've seen worse and I been worth less

Coming clean, I don't think I'll ever accept it

Thoughts so invasive they pests

Still uncomfortable in my bed

Wanted more, that's not what I meant

It's too crowded in my head

Such a chore to get out of bed

Can't rehearse the worse it get

But if I let you lead me to the lion's den

gonna let you feel a little deviant

Mosquitoes buzzing through my window screen

I was right but it was instinct not prophecy

Know my logic delicate

But I sell it like it's dexterous

I didn't mean to be so entertaining

Want the truth then complain about it

Don't need a muse just distorted imagination

Stressing me 'cause I'm where you wanna be

But how does that make any sense

It's too crowded in my head

Say you're cursed, I think you're just bored of all of it

Still sore and dangerous

But if I let you lead me to the lion's den

Anticipating all the fantasies you'll feed me again

Looking for me, swear I'm not where you wanna be

It doesn't need to make sense

Still uncomfortable, I can't rest

Got nothing to say, well you can get left

It's too crowded in my head

I've seen worse and I been worth less

I don't know if it's worth it

I've exploited all of my darkness

New phone, can't trust

'Cause you swore that it was all for us

Pantomimes, breaking necks for my attention

Tragedy or divine intervention

Appreciate the sentiment

But it don't alleviate the permanence

But I appreciate the sentiment

I must be really selling it