My thoughts are tied One fighting each other I found my freedom Trapped between four walls Better than no one But the one i was before I cut the cord I'm frozen to the core I sold fun to get strength Say no word and get bent Better far and mute Far and mute, crass and rude Lips closed tight so you don't drown in the truth Truth The situation crystalized Both victim and blade Twisted as a cypher Defending the signified No friends, no fun, no highlife target Bounded by obsessions And hidden as a black cult My life is a cycle of pain, labour, and stress drain Still troubles Still so much aversion This is all i've got