Faithfully Deranged

[Intro] Shh… shh… [HEART POUNDING] [DOOR CREAKING] [MUSICAL SHIFT] [Verse 1] Ugh! When did you turn scary? Like I’m alone — peeking for you — no, flinching from you. The memories over my shoulder Hearing echos of what you’d say to do In my mind it stays blaring In my body i guess its still caring Cuz im shaking like i might fold over Because of you It’s funny, the bruises words carry, but nobody can be shown. No, the bruises aren’t visibly grown — just the twitching and forgetting in the lonely lone. The desire to be buried so you’re the one everyone misses, knowing then it’d finally be me feeling love from the expected crying And longing reminiscent— growing, not postponing, honing, not toning. It’s not ideation if you do cremation — at least that’s what had been my imagination’s silly little creation of coo-coo nations incantations But who am I to say? I’m merely God’s creation. Guess we have the same placement Except these shackles once shame Made me different than how i came So excuse my frustration. It’s always a hell of a day with chains inside my brain — (Hahaha) the refrain, the strain, the pain. I’m insane. I’m untamed. I’m never gonna be the same. Ya fuckin’ lame. No shame. I’ll wear my name. Wear the name that came when creations aren’t the same. God’s chosen — blamed. Chained — shamed. [Outro] While the unawoken spread blasphemous claims — blasphemy in creation’s name — asking me to stay chained, stay blamed, stay deranged. Faithfully deranged