Self-Revelation hits me like a brick
its four AM
Sleeps out of the question when youre stuck inside the state I'm in
Where everything I see is redundancy
Im at wits end
Over you

Middle finger in the air theyre waiving at me
No barricade to call my own so let the stones fly but one last request
Will you carry me home

I'm seeing clearly with my eyes closed tight
In spite of everything thats wrong or right i walk on eggshells and broken glass
On my hands and knees
Open wounds