Trauma Culture

Different minds in the same frame The rules are set and put on a scale A dream of blood with a face so pale Oh, once I realized I'm in control I've been taking my chances 'cause it's all my fault Playing the cards I was dealt as I'm running with broken bones We're only prone to the dogma When we are coming from a bad place No helping hand No sight of saving grace I know it seems too little too late Dug in too deep into my weakness From being struck by bad luck and despair To suffering the same fatе Different minds in the samе frame Different crime but the same name The walls are closing in The ceiling's coming down Paranoid in my own skin There is only one way out Gradual isolation Intellectual intoxication Follow through without a thing to complain (Carve my lane) I'm better off with the bitterness (Carve my lane) Became a host with no dignity left (Carve my lane) Consume the life from my open vein Collateral So cynical Seducing Abusing Collateral Non clinical Not listening Distressing Distressing! Distressing! The walls are closing in The ceiling's coming down Paranoid in my own skin There is only one way out Until you die you will propagate You're fucking waste Collateral So cynical Seducing Abusing Collateral Non clinical Not listening Distressing