Testo Bankrupt

I can't seem to make the space that I need.
To put my thoughts in place.
For my head to rest, and work at peace.

There's too many words to make sense of now.
But you're all afraid to comprehend and turn the page.

When it's all behind, everything in front Can save your wasted nights and medicate the time.
But when it's all behind, I swear there won't be time
To save your wasted nights and medicate your mind.

Bankrupt in reason. Away with decision.
I'm not the one confined to position, content with illusion.

I can't seem to make the space that I need.
To put my thoughts in place.
For my head to rest, and work at peace.

I swear there won't be time
To save your wasted nights and medicate your mind.
But you're all afraid to comprehend and turn the page.
Your blood is mine to bleed.
In all we've become, too blind to see.
I'll close my eyes and still believe,
I'm safe within these walls I built for me.