You sent me off in a panic
and ran me off my own road,
The action was automatic
in another tiring episode,
You say i'm being dramatic,
but you're the one with the scars up and down your arms,
Your body language is static
and your senseless speech is monotone.

Don't wanna listen to your mouth
and I don't wanna help you chew your meat,
It doesn't fit my persona,
so get your damn dead body off my street,
I hear a language of static,
you should store it in the attic with the broken t.v.
So you can help yourself get placed and replaced.

There's no reaction from false body talk.

Now i'm getting dramatic
absorbing all of this in,
It's filling up in my attic
and seeping out through my skin,
Now all my focus is static,
a product of displacement,
I gotta get so erractic
just to make a simple statement.

There's no reaction from false body talk.

(just depend on blind interpretation)

And i'm still staring at you feeling blank as a concussion
Because i'm circling the consequence, orbiting the obvious.