Lyrics
Locked in a dusty room
Feeling trapped in a confined, neglected space
Pulsating darkened womb
Sensation of being enveloped in darkness and isolation
The shadows twisting in and out of view
Perception of elusive and shifting thoughts or feelings
Sitting beside the bed
Being present alongside a troubled individual
Faint noises in your head
Hearing unclear or distant sounds in one's mind
It's hard to guess what it's doing to you
Difficulty understanding the impact of the situation
Depression and pure joy
Experiencing extreme emotions, both negative and positive
Violent urge to destroy
Feeling a strong inclination towards causing harm or damage
It's toying with you, making you see things
Being manipulated into perceiving things differently
Vision is turning black
Sight diminishing or losing perception of reality
There is no turning back
Reaching a point of no return or irreversible change
It reads your mind and you can hear it sing
Understanding thoughts or intentions communicated by an unknown force
Turn it on
Repeated emphasis on conflicting actions regarding a certain 'it'
Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Filling your head with doubt
Being filled with uncertainty and insecurity
You shake the noises out
Trying to rid oneself of disturbing thoughts or sensations
But it's too late, your soul it will chew through
Realizing too late the deep impact on one's essence
Your mind begins to reel
Beginning to lose control over mental faculties
You can no longer feel
Gradually losing the ability to perceive sensations
It's taken hold, there's nothing you can do
Becoming entirely influenced or controlled by an external force
Its form begins to change
Describing a transformation or alteration by an indistinct entity
It starts to rearrange
-Fingers are peeling, or at least you think
-No longer physical
-It's almost biblical
-The way it's taken over everything
-Turn it on
Repetition accentuating the conflict regarding 'it'
Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
Continued emphasis on the internal struggle with 'it'
Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't turn it on
-Turn it on
-Don't even fucking touch it
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