Настроение сейчас - Calm. Down

Boom! It's been four years of decline
The mind can't exist alone on rewind
But nothin' happens anymore to me
Nothin' that I wanna store as a memory
Livin' alone, hidin' in the back room.
Four times a day a run the vacuum
It's dirt outside tryin' to make it's way in
I give a fuck if you feel what I'm sayin'
I'm over-powered in the head by emotions
A terrifying sadness with panic explosions
I tried prayin', but I conjured a demon
It's head popped outta my chest and started screamin',
"You, you belong to me!"
I tried prayin', but I conjured a demon
It's head popped outta my chest and started screamin',
"I forever own your sanity"
I tried prayin', but I conjured a demon . . .