Into My Lounge
They want to invade into my lounge; Into my lungs, in every way and every day; They're in my walls and they tap to my calls ; It's pulling me under; They want to get pay of things that i've done; A piece of my haul , the system is fake more damage then sake; They want me to change the way that i am ; To be one of them; And how the hell are they going to find me; If I stay in the place that I am; And how the hell are they going to find me; If I don't say nothing to no one; I'm switching the drapes securing the locks; I think I should stop humming the strains; That mess up my brain; I peep through a crack the winter is back; Lightnings and thunders; The more i'm awake the more I am trapped; An intricate maze I feel a bit whacked; From this long phase i think I should stop; Falling to this state that's pulling me under; And how the hell...; 