Testo Losing Fight

Split my brain in two
Operating room
Open up, cut through
And erase these things I do
Why am I so blue?

Analyse, assess
And interpret emptiness Isolate my flaws
Attempt to relieve restlessness
Endless resonance

Determine I'm depressed
Prescribe and wish me best
As if I didn't know
I'm a fucking mess

All of my demons have come to life
And they're eating me from the inside
But I've given up on trying to hide
Cause they're the only things left by my side

I still lie awake at night And I still feel the weight - black and white
I am stuck in a losing fight
I am not alright