Accustom

How far does this rabbit hole go? The saddest ticks bite at my soul Pour more kerosene in this well, I might float Then again, I might choke Just strike a match That would be the perfect way to ensure That there won't be no fighting back I can feel this cursed aura get warmer Always finds a way to trap me in a corner At this point, I can't react, I blame the boredom, whoa Even in the post-mortem, whoa I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same I wake up to the same Decaying slowly, but decaying surely This crazy cycle is just the way for me I wake up to the same Decaying slowly, but decaying surely This crazy cycle is just the way for me I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it I've grown accustomed to it