Realign Paroles

The start of another
Skin shedding torture
Half-blistered future

I'm bound to the ground
I'm found looking onward
Into a hole...
If i could stand i'd fall

I can't find peace of mind
I need some more time
I can't find peace of mind
I'm dying on the inside

It's torturous
So goddamn violent
So motherfucking introspective

This is an inner search...

The closer that we get
The more it grows distant
So arrogant so ignorant
Distress...
Distress...

Tranquilized T.V. eyes
Unplug and realize
We ingest forcefed lies
Then question burning skies

It's torturous
So goddamn violent
So motherfucking introspective

My head's loaded
My head's a loaded gun

It's torturous
So goddamn violent
So motherfucking introspective
It's torturous
So goddamn violent