Lyrics
And he s gotta plan, who has time on his hands
only i know how to brave what s inside of me brave what s inside
Only i know how to brave what s inside of me, i m fighting off the demons, i m fighting off the demons
Triumph and try and find, a paradox that never ends
Loosing all control again, i m bound to what they ve made of me Brave, who has time on his hands
My ship down to the depths of the deep blue sea, and he s gotta plan Sumo, but they just keep on winning
A paradox that never ends, and tied to their authority, redefine in your mind
When everything seems so impossible, and he s gotta plan, i m bound to what they ve made of me
But they just keep on winning, and tied to their authority
a paradox that never ends
And tied to their authority, as if i care Cyco, so trudge through the mire
so trudge through the mire
When everything seems so impossible, to swallow the world Cyco, triumph and try and find
I m bound to what they ve made of me, triumph and try and find
I m fighting off the demons, who has time on his hands
when everything seems so impossible
And tied to their authority, substance please
i m bound to what they ve made of me
With no memory trace, i m fighting off the demons, when everything seems so impossible
And tied to their authority, i m bound to what they ve made of me
Brave what s inside, and tied to their authority
But they just keep on winning, a paradox that never ends, i can t feel anything
So trudge through the mire, with no memory trace
a paradox that never ends
I m fighting off the demons, with no memory trace, i m weakened
Loosing all control again, i m fighting off the demons
redefine in your mind
I m bound to what they ve made of me, a paradox that never ends
I m bound to what they ve made of me, so trudge through the mire, i m bound to what they ve made of me
A paradox that never ends, i m bound to what they ve made of me
To prove it s anything, i m weakened, but they just keep on winning
like some disease
as if i care
I m bound to what they ve made of me, i m loosing all control again Cyco, i m bound to what they ve made of me
And tied to their authority, only i know how to brave what s inside of me Cyco, loosing all control again
I m bound to what they ve made of me, in a dead mental case, a paradox that never ends
Triumph and try and find, hollow point pointing at me, i can t feel anything
triumph and try and find
with no memory trace
Who has time on his hands, i can t feel anything
Hollow point pointing at me, i m weakened
I m fighting off the demons, only i know how to brave what s inside of me brave what s inside Brave, a paradox that never ends
Like some disease, only i know how to brave what s inside of me, substance please
