Faced

This just started
I'm loathing it
This feeling has left me dry
Cracked, peeling like arctic winds
Face your inner self until it ends
So violate me all this waiting

So fucking high on paint
We can not paint things
Chose to breathe in the smog
And forget about the fresh air
It just started
I'm losing it

This feeling has left me dull
Downtrodden, and sluggish
To face your inner self until it ends
So violate me all this waiting
So fucking high on paint we
Can not paint things

Chose to breathe in the smog
And forget about the fresh air
Pardon the lack of company when
Scenes switch at the flick of a wrist
It don't feel so good to be
Dismissed over and over again