Losing Fight - Movements

Split my brain in two

Operating room

Open up, cut through

And erase these things I do

Why am I so blue?

Analyse, assess

And interpret emptiness

Isolate my flaws

Attempt to relieve restlessness

Endless resonance

Determine I’m depressed

Prescribe and wish me best

As if I didn’t know

I’m a fucking mess

All of my demons have come to life

And they’re eating me from the inside

But I’ve given up on trying to hide

Cause they’re the only things left by my side

I still lie awake at night

And I still feel the weight — black and white

I am stuck in a losing fight

I am not alright