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