Get With The Times, New Roman! - Sycamour

White walls

I cannot sleep another

I cannot sleep another night like this

This mist

Creeps under my door

I couldn’t tell you if I’m awake

Or am I sleeping?

My eyes distort everything they capture in their frames

Why can’t they go away?

Were they even there?

I will watch you flat-line

And watch your mind

It will sink behind these white, white, walls

White walls

We’ll lose track of time

Deteriorated sight

But I see what becomes of these

This isn’t real, this isn’t real

I cannot feel, I cannot feel

This place takes control of us

Leaves only empty husks

Of the man that once was

Sentient and alive

My eyes distort everything they capture in their frames

Why can’t they go away?

Were they even there?

I will crawl on broken hands

Before I watch you die

Watch you die

I will watch you flat-line

And watch your mind

It will sink behind these white, white, walls

White walls

These ends can’t justify our means

What becomes of these?

What becomes of us?

If you really believe you’re fine

You must need medication

Such hysteria, there’s no doubt

You’re all out of your fucking minds

I believe it’s pretty clear

Our sedatives are wearing off

No one outside these gates will hear your cries

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine

I’m fucking fine