Logic Matchbox Horror

And we stray
For what da fuck we pray
In suburban asylum I feel safe like in a matchbox
Neurosis is in progress life looks like Hitchcock horror
I'm drinkin' whisky with ghosts
And nobody can deny it's higher level of imagination
And we stray
For what da fuck we pray
Maybe I'm fuck in a head but not dead yet
So what's the mean to the world
The Only ambition is to catch own soul
U say that is impossible...
The consequences cuz it's not so obvious
Coldness should be the punish for indifference
And why we miss the sun when we loose it
And we stray
For what da fuck we pray
Your placebo for disease called life so fuck yourself
U learn to dream but never reach for it
Selfish expectation that someone will makes your wish
But reality is not so predictible
Bloodsuckers surround u and waits for one false move
So better burn your postcard from paradise
And get yourself together
Maybe when u realize that u stand kneedeep
In shit then just start to fight
So can u see this shit please don't proceed