Trauma Culture LyricsDifferent minds in the same frame
The rules are set and put on a scale
A dream of blood with a face so pale
Oh, once I realized I'm in control
I've been taking my chances 'cause it's all my fault
Playing the cards I was dealt as I'm running with broken bones
We're only prone to the dogma
When we are coming from a bad place
No helping hand
No sight of saving grace
I know it seems too little too late
Dug in too deep into my weakness
From being struck by bad luck and despair
To suffering the same fatе
Different minds in the samе frame
Different crime but the same name
The walls are closing in
The ceiling's coming down
Paranoid in my own skin
There is only one way out
Gradual isolation
Intellectual intoxication
Follow through without a thing to complain
(Carve my lane)
I'm better off with the bitterness
(Carve my lane)
Became a host with no dignity left
(Carve my lane)
Consume the life from my open vein
Collateral
So cynical
Seducing
Abusing
Collateral
Non clinical
Not listening
Distressing
Distressing!
Distressing!
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You're fucking waste
Collateral
So cynical
Seducing
Abusing
Collateral
Non clinical
Not listening
Distressing