Vanna Follow

HANG MY HEAD, NO HOPE. PISS UP A FUCKING ROPE. CITYSCAPES AS I ESCAPE. MY REAL CITY LIES BEHIND MY FACE. BLOOD VESSELS AS I DECAY. OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PLACE. I'M LOSING EVERYTHING. WHERE IS MY FUCKING MIND? I'M HEARING VOICES ECHOING INSIDE MY HOLLOW HEAD. MY BRAIN IS DEAD. LIVING BEHIND MY EYES WITH NO SPACE TO ROAM. LOCKED IN BY LIES, SO MY HEAD BECOMES MY HOME. MY HEAD BECOMES MY HOME. BUT THIS HOUSE DOESN'T FEEL LIKE A HOME. IT'S MADE OF RUST AND ROTTING BONE. SO I'M SELLING EVERY THOUGHT INSIDE. FUCK IT, I'MA LEAVE IT BEHIND. NOTHING ADDS UP. IT'S NEVER ENOUGH. SO CALL IT QUITS AND STOP GIVING A FUCK. WATCH ME AS MY WALLS CAVE IN, AND MY HEAD GIVES WAY AGAIN. I BUILD UP THESE WALLS LIKE A HOME. SWING THROUGH, MAKE BROKEN BONES. WRECKING BALL, CRUMBLE AND FALL. FUCK IT, I'M GONNA LEAVE IT BEHIND.