Idée Fixe

Waking up to this world. I see the filth, we all are filth The Pressures building more and more, the parasitic nature of reality Falling in and out of my mind, all the time I can't pretend like these thoughts in my head are mine Disconnected, I push through the slime Pulling at the wires at anytime time I can find A lost perception of this life, I'm losing my mind in all of it Pick up the pieces that never fit, f*ck these mind games they never quit