OCD from Algedonic by The BlueStocking

Live within the four walls
We know neither hell nor skies
Looking at each other
Through the misty glass of eyes
Staring at the corner
Watching shadows on the wall
Theatre of the absurd
Everyone's an old rag doll
Break me into pieces
Sew me back again as you want
Lots of pretty stitches
I need to make a move but I don't
Seems like they don't see you
Try to build a fancy fence
There's a point of difference
Therefore there is no defense
Only when you're dreaming
Absolution lends you a hand
Autumn's like a fever
But as usual it has the end
They don't understand
We go round the bend
Came from nowhereland
We used to pretend
We're trying to gain
Again and again
And all that we can is adapting
It's turning me up
They beg us to stop
But we don't, we don't, we're deaf, we're drifting
Out of control
Accepted our role
And we have no reasons to deny it
We're staying forever young
Outstanding, a laughingstock
Tomorrow becomes today
We have our own way
Sudden need to break though
Turn away and hide your face
If they sight your sickness
Walk away without a trace
Now we should surrender
Now we must crave for revenge
You think we play the fool but
There is no cure, there is no edge
Only when you're dreaming
Absolution lends you a hand
Autumn's like a fever
But as usual it has the end
They don't understand
We go round the bend
Came from nowhereland
We used to pretend
We're trying to gain
Again and again
And all that we can is adapting
It's turning me up
They beg us to stop
But we don't, we don't, we're deaf, we're drifting
Out of control
Accepted our role
And we have no reasons to resist it
We're staying forever young
Outstanding, a laughingstock
Tomorrow becomes today
We’re going away

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