Mind Games
By Dillon Collins
Rescue me from my mind, siphon the pain that's inside. Bring me out of myself, the voices aren't good for my health. I try to keep it in me, but this anger longs to break free. This rage will bring down the wall if I don't let these words take the fall.
Maybe I'm insane by being this affected, but their actions to my mind have gave it a disease (infected). I prayed for patience, and that's kinda what I got. At least, more opportunities to test what I have not.
My clockwork gears have gone slightly askew, I'm glad it's my bedtime cause I'm just about through. Sometimes I'm hit with the sneaker-waves of life, and being the more unexpected, they're filling me with strife.
If I weren't so touchy inside it would be plain, I would live up more to my hardcore Alaskan name. I would beat-down some people that really, I should love, my hands would never again, be hidden in their gloves.
I really don't wish you dead, but GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Can you just not stand being in yours? I wish (as I've said) sombody would siphon my head, or are these feelings simply par for the course?
