Bloody station... I'm long lost grinding on the wheel
There's this separation between my thoughts and what is real
My frustration stems from a lack of therapy
It's a culmination, it's my troubled past that's eating me
When your covers blown, and the secrets out, and the paranoia leads to alienation..
When the cobwebs clear and the voices fade,and the clarity brings forth the realization..
It's my bloody station...I can't step out of this disease
It's a suffocation.. enough to bring me to my knees
Hard to speak no evil hard to claim insanity
Hard to fool the devil when he's pulling all the strings
It's my bloody station... I'm trapped between these two dimensions
It's my own creation.. I'm being pulled in four directions