Psylomaniac

Haven’t you figured it out yet The more you sink the more you melt It is a feeling That space does not exist A feeling One that I cannot resist Everything seems to go so well I see the colors in the sky But I’m seen as a mad man Psylomaniac Silence in a Bin of Tears regulated by The chemicals that drive my mind Psylomaniac Silence in a Bin of Tears regulated by The chemicals that drive my mind The more you sink The more you melt The more you melt The more you sink The more you sink The more you melt The more you melt The more you sink The more you sink The more you think The more you think The more you tell Everything seems to go so well I see the colors in the sky But I’m seen as a mad man Psylomaniac Silence in a Bin of Tears regulated by The chemicals that drive my mind Psylomaniac Silence in a Bin of Tears regulated by The chemicals that drive my mind