I've got these self mutilation wounds to prove I've been to hell and back, With countless vulture crossing and collisions, who knows where else
I resided in the shattered underside of my reasoning, sinking in the pitch black
I had to find some common ground to discover I would only attack myself
If there's a miracle under my skin, I'll dive into the water and try and pull my ship
If you watch a virtuous, secure girl go under, you'll find her losing her one and only defense
If there's a rewind button at the bottom, I'll drown myself just to get a solid grip
And if this sacred compromise finds ease in our protection, I hope it dies, in a sense
If I could just steel myself, embrace a victim's perspective, then I could maintain my guard
Just please hold me to it, and I'll desperately find my way out of this sickly state
But I've already become unglued, my bruises shedding their being of cold and hard
Yet, my essence can't shake the feeling of complete chaos and hate
