I wonder how you'd feel if you were locked in my mind. See, you barely understand my thoughts sometimes. Little bit of depth and a little bit of God, cause I swear that I be livin' in the dark sometimes. And it sets in here, nobody gets let in 'til I let my emotions out on every single page and instrumental I'm left with. Shit, I wonder, will I ever really feel shit? And if it all takes time and I ask why, will time eventually reveal this? Cause... remedy, I'm searchin' for the remedy. I'm fucked up and my heart's just another ghost of my memory. Knock real hard on real real wood, things still feel bad when they're real real good. And my brain's just a wrestlin'. But the more you fuckin' know, less things feel real, less things feel real, and the time shifts, and my mind shifts, and ain't really anyone or anything I can really vibe with. Cause... I'm searchin', but I'm terrified, and by the time I find what I'm lookin' for, I'll be dead inside.