Negative Behavior

My negative behavior Is a path for my erasure And I can't seem to understand why My goals and motivations Seem to hint at mounting patience But somehow in a second I'd give it up all the way to die The mind is a strange thing Difficult and sure I've always tried to stop my mind before It traipses baggage down these call Destructive tendencies creepin in the walls Creepin in the walls Creepin in the Walls Lack of communication Hurts my base of information Slowly fear starts to grow Oh Oh my need for alterations Obsession with innovation Has me scared off feeling That I'll be leaving nothing when I go The mind is a odd thing Difficult and bold The mind can never do just as it's told It traces bodies down these halls Let's hope that there's a noise if I fall