The Discipline Of Self Loathing (Turmoil)

save me from my self save me from giving in give me the distance i need give me some distance so i can breath wrapped in a cloth of deceit i made this bed in which i lie but i won't accept this plastic lie fueled by my failure sell me salvation tell me what i lack make me a product well packaged make me a victim of compromise behind a shield of denial i made this bed in which i lie but i don't accept this plastic lie can i amend this average existence growing weary of staring at these walls caught between myself and my desire for change fueled by failure can i break this cycle will i stand the test of time i question this trial of life will i survive this plastic lie