Deranged

Don't answer to the empty questions asked in the mirror

Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself

If you can hear these deranged thoughts you'd think I need help

But don't just stand there, get me some then

In a land where my mind, travelling through different times

Ancient clocks on the wall, can tell if the left hand was right

Illusive dreams through the night, nightmares and a bright [?] day

The concepts of this is backwards, is this the way it should be?

Well I'm just following motion, no need to prevent the emotion

Of being close to the psychedelic corruptive

Explosions and now these wounds became frozen

I'm numb to the pain, the chemical effect is potent

Drink up

I'm confused by confusion, and I find it all so confusing

To match the dove with the sky

Or like the winner with losing, I think I'm losing my mind

And it don't help that I'm 3000 years into life

Fuck it

I'm an old woman strolling down the streets, so what's new

Reflecting on how I grew, into this bitter pursuit

But now I'm left with myself, I might as well take in the view

Shit weren't like this back in my day

Don't answer to the empty questions asked in the mirror

Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself

If you can hear these deranged thoughts you'd think I need help

But don't you stand there, get me some then

Don't answer to the empty questions asked in the mirror

Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself

If you can hear these deranged thoughts you'd think I need help

I'm a troubled woman with a troubled past

And a troubled mind, I'm a friend to trouble

And you can hear in these troubled lines

The young will never know

That they're living a troubled life, and no one will tell 'em

That defines an illusion

Some say I'm delusional, and I say the vanity is fluent

Like a blood transfusion, left in a constitution

No back bone, no mobilisation, spinal fusion

My wisdom is too much for you to consume, I know

But you shall listen to these stories that you will be told

And if you bite the hand that feeds you, you will starve to your bones

A thinner than the veins, that are piercing out of my soul

This is... Let me not start

Mummy told me to count my blessings, when I was younger

I would rather watch a storm and the thunder

The lightning striking

Watch it take the world under, the world I used to wonder

The seven wonders and now I found it the eighth

I discovered if only I listen and I wasn't so stubborn

Then maybe

Who the fuck am I kidding?

Don't answer to the empty questions asked in the mirror

Just admire the slight reflection that resembles yourself

If you can hear these deranged thoughts, you'd think I need help