Ruminate

I'm running the same Syllables in my brain Sadistic nihilistic Trying to not overthink It's incredibly cold in here Merely my own emanation Voidless illumination Self conscious interrogation Overall, nothing to fear It's so cold in here Chaotic impulses inducing misinterpretation Overworking imagination caught in this glitch This glitch glitch glitch glitch sequence A repetitive occurrence Can anything cure this infliction in my brain It makes me sick It makes me sick Rumination Go ahead and cut the incision Relieve this pressure And clear my vision Rumination Constant turning of my mind No end is in sight I must be stuck here Inside my own Imagination At the hearth of this Overactive conscious Lies a certain stillness Only I can enjoy For the moment I'm free From my uncertainties And in a heartbeat it's all taken from Me Losing my grip My mind is lost It shatters my mind into Tiny little pieces Call it a rotation Call it a sequence Self diagnosis The rumination Shatters my mind To tiny little pieces Shatters my mind Into tiny little pieces Rumination Go ahead and cut the incision Relieve this pressure And clear my vision Rumination Constant turning of my mind No end is in sight I must be stuck here Inside my own Imagination No end is in sight