Give It Back (Conflicting Reality)

Inside this ocean of sickness and this shell of lunacy,
I call my home,
I go to a place where I can be alone,
taken in by claustrophobia, I'm suffocating,
In the darkness, In this tourniquet of self-indulgence,
I haven't found the key to unlock the doors,
inside the barriers of my soul, you have taken it all.

Thieving, Mercenary of love, life,
feeling and solitude, are yours,
now what do I do,
For a moment, for this monument that you have,
Built out of everything I call my-self,
Stuck here on the outside,

give it back,
this whole that has made me.