It grows on you
Like a vine with sharp leafs
Slowly strangling you
Yet you're unwilling to move
Unable to see what is true
It grows on you
Like a vine with sharp leafs
Slowly strangling you
Until you've thought it through
You're still clinging to the lies of the soothing tune
I feel the presence a little bit more vivid by the day
The sound has a ring of finality in it
A darker tone rumbling in the back of my head
I feel the antagonising dissonance i've been holding back
Slowly taking me out of the equation
Starting wildfires i can't seem to put out
I can't argue in this state of mind
Now I let the truth slowly blur
Like the days I can't distinguish from each other
But the nights are full of fears
So I let the false interpretations
Split the line between truth and lies
Please remind me of how it used to be
Remind me of how people used to see me
It's already too late, the dissonance is breaking me
The sound has a ring of finality in it