Urban Seizures


Neurotic Chaotic

My mind is wasted
I lost control
I'm a living example of a Murphy's law
Roaming through the city
Escaping my own thoughts
Lookin to find a way to break through these fuckin walls

The more I think
The more I sink
My inner compass is leading me astray
The more I talk
The less I say
Not that it matters anyway

Fed up with frustrations
That plague my mind
Every time I think is better I fall back down
This is condition 
Of broken soul
Thousand pieces that were once together are now biting on each other's throat


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