Struggling (Original Mix)
Now, I'm strugglin'
My skin's crumbin'
We were travellin'
Our lives unravellin'
We're in the land
Of rising sin
I try to imagine you; I can't picture you at all
I try to catch a glimpse of you as you walk right through my wall
I try to contain you; you exist in a different phase
I can only see a part of you
I'm seein' in shades of grey
I hear sirens; I hear silence
Hearing in tongues; I'm speaking violence
Does my color drain or does the white stain spread?
I'll be sealed in lead; I'm coughin'
I hear a quiet noise like the sound of police creepin'
You catch me unaware with my hand in a box of Wheat Thins
My pets conceal themselves as the police start to slide
I try to protect myself, but my blood can't seem to remain on the inside
Fads and rages
Your door's closed