Destructive Behaviour

There's bodies hidden on my mind and I guess I'm too afraid to find them There's a reason why I hide them I know eventually I'm gonna have to fight them Will it make them come alive then? Will it separate the truth from the lies then? Will it get me to be thriving? Make me hold on? Or make me walk the line? I'm just gonna let this ring for a while Mama, look! The mess I've made All over the floor Come take a look! My messed up brain Before they wipe it off Mama, look! The mess I've made Take a look! My messed up brain I tend to lie In the bed that I made out of Shame and denial High and dry To sulk and to ponder the depth of my crimes They make me want to rip off my skin A consequence of the mortal sin Can't take the blame Get devoured by the flames And I can't be redeemed 'Cause I'm the victim and the perpetrator I'm the saint, the sinner and the traitor I'm on the edge, do I hesitate or Do I give in It's destructive behaviour I'm the victim and the perpetrator I'm the saint, the sinner and the traitor I'm on the edge, do I hesitate or Do I give in Mommy, look the mess I've Made All over the floor Come take a look! My messed up brain Before they wipe it off Mama, look! The mess I've made Take a look! My messed up brain