Lips Shut

I killed kindness with my own violence

I'm thinking twice now, I'm on the brink of niceness

With myself in hindsight I should love the highlights

I should treat myself right, I should not be scared of

Nighttime thoughts, that I'm not enough

For my own life, I'm dancing on my own knife

Pirouetting like I'm paradise bound on a cursed flight

With no seatbelt, on the edge of my seat

Just praying that the heat won't keep my knees weak

Like an unwanted keepsake

And I'm thinking I'll just leave this shit straight

Head home and just be fake

On my own where nobody can see the real me

The real me I hate, not hate just don't relate

To my own view of self, sombody send help

I hear million carbon copies of myself

And every single one of them is shouting

You should go to hell

The more they talk the more I think I might as well

And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut

They want me praying at the altar of my doubt

They shout Judas in the flesh has come around

So it's supper for suckers before I'm out

I should sew their lips shout

Maybe I shout face it, I'm not feeling amazing

I'm blocking my own wave, could you step out of the way?

Other me should sit, down girl just quit

I'm following my id, I'll leave my ego in the ditch

Yeah freud would be proud if, if he could hear me now

I told my therapist this, she said there's too many to talk

And to many mini me's tryna, tell me who I should be

And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut

I hear million carbon copies of myself

And every single one of them is shouting

You should go to hell

The more they talk the more I think I might as well

And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut

They want me praying at the altar of my doubt

They shout Judas in the flesh has come around

So it's supper for suckers before I'm out

I should sew their lips shout

Instrumental

I hear million carbon copies of myself

And every single one of them is shouting

You should go to hell

The more they talk the more I think I might as well

And maybe, maybe I should sew their lips shut

They want me praying at the altar of my doubt

They shout Judas in the flesh has come around

So it's supper for suckers before I'm out

I should sew their lips shout