Sad Excuse For A Grip

Its hard to say if I am alive Disorder runs rampant in my mind Loose thoughts slipping through my sad excuse for a grip Random ideas bouncing around like a rubber ball in a rubber room Uncatchable my mind is going numb my mind is going numb I find myself tripping in your eyes Delusions creeping up from behind Sticking, probing, trying everything to falter me These floating thoughts will trip me up; make you knowing me psychopathically Impossible i have become so mentally undone i have become my mind is going numb You have tempted me forever suddenly my thoughts come into mind It seems Ive found the problem that has been plaguing me i think of pain i think of death and then i find my mind specificly incredible i have become, i have become, i have become so mentally undone i have become, i have become, i have become my mind is going numb Dead girls bloom In my garden of thought Spreading and decaying To become one with the silt of my mind i have become so mentally undone i have become my mind is going numb i have become so mentally undone i have become my mind is going numb