I'm buried in opinions that might not exist
Outside the caverns of my brain where they always persist
I keep my thoughts to myself and my eyes on the floor
As I stumble and I fall through this cold and empty world
And I'm always wondering if I couldn't save me from myself
And I'm always wondering if I couldn't save me from myself
For better or for worse everybody tries to lend a hand
I push them all away because they never will understand
I smite the world instead, so now I'm only seeing red
It's tough when your own worst enemy lives inside your head
And I'm always wondering if I couldn't save me from myself
And I'm always wondering if I couldn't save me from myself
I believe that everything's a sin
Contemplating the mess I'm in
I make up reasons inside my head
Think about tomorrow or what comes next
Let's table this discussion on political elections, taxes, immigration, and the country's direction
An avalanche of problems coming from our TVs makes it hard to find a path through this insanity
I'm in a whirlpool headed straight for the deep
And I can't look into the eyes of a single person that I meet
Muted by a muzzle that I made for myself to contain my soul inside of a self-inflicted hell
And now I'm trying to claw my way out but I'm buried too deep under the threat of total failure
I'm buried too deep under the threat of total failure
And now I'm trying to claw my way out
And I'm always wondering if I couldn't save me from myself
And I'm always wondering if I couldn't save me from myself