BLISTERS Lyrics

Tell me something

I think I'm depressed

And a little obsessed with this

All or nothing

mentality

I think it's killing me

I'm just a

Good for nothing

Lowlife alone

I've lost all self-control

Let me

Tell you something

I'm lost waiting here to be found

I'm lost waiting here to be found

I'm lost waiting here to be found

Frontal lobe has been corrupted

Hippocampus has been fried

Eyes are stuck on moving numbers

Should I be satisfied

I say I'm clean but

I'm addicted to the

Way I'm perceivеd

And the way I'm depicted

It's not my fault

But it is sеlf-inflicted

I've got blisters on my fingers

Is this just a plea

For validation

I need therapy

Or medication

Try to sedate me

All this time you're wasting

Trying to save a walking corpse

Tell me something

I think I'm depressed

And a little obsessed with this

All or nothing

mentality

I think it's killing me

I'm just a

Good for nothing

Lowlife alone

I've lost all self-control

Let me

Tell you something

I'm lost waiting here to be found

I'm lost waiting here to be found

I'm lost waiting here to be found

Optic nerve has been disrupted

Black mirrors inside my eyes

Validate me

Give me something

To keep me occupied

Is this just a plea

For validation

I need therapy

Or medication

Try to sedate me

All this time you're wasting

Trying

To save a walking corpse

Tell me something

I think I'm depressed

And a little obsessed with this

All or nothing

mentality

I think it's killing me

I'm just a

Good for nothing

Lowlife alone

I've lost all self-control

Let me

Tell you something

I'm lost waiting here to be found

Tell me something

Tell me something

I'm lost waiting here to be found

I'm lost waiting here to be found