Internal Incarceration - Year Of The Knife

I hold myself in contempt

I don’t give a fuck, I’ve nothing to hide

They just don’t understand

Since my mom passed

A part of me has really died

Heaven denied on an Earth that’s hell

I live in a skull no different from a cell

Sick of a body that I can’t leave behind

And what it takes to meditate a mind

From a womb to a tomb

These issues I’m facing

Alone in my room

Depend, depend on a friend

I can’t remember

How long it’s been

If there’s one thing I’ve learned

It’s comfort in nowhere

Nowhere to grow

It’s nobody’s fault but my own

To painfully exist, exist alone

In my internal incarceration

How do I break out?

You have to lose a lot

To find yourself

Even your innocence

Thinking back as a kid

What being alone did

It’s not so pretty now

That’s where addiction was found

I’d burn those houses down

Into a hole in the ground

And I’d burn them down again

And I’d make it evident

With satisfaction just to

Laugh at the fucking flames

From a womb to a tomb

These issues I’m facing

Alone in my room

Depend, Depend on a friend

I can’t remember

How long its been

If there’s one thing I’ve learned

It’s comfort in nowhere

Nowhere to grow

It’s nobody’s fault but my own

To painfully exist

Exist alone

In my internal incarceration