am i still tough enough ? feels like i’m wearing down . . . . is my visciousness losing ground . . . . ?
am i taking too much did i cross a line i need my role in this very clearly defined
i need your discipline i need your help i need your discipline
you know once i start i cannot help myself
and now it's starting up feels like i'm losing touch nothing matters to me nothing matters as much
i see you left a mark up and down my skin . . . i don't know where I end and where you begin
i need your discipline i need your help i need your discipline
you know once i start i cannot help myself _ once i start i cannot stop myself
ECHOPLEX
nice and high and far apart just like they said i built this place with broken parts just like they said you chip away the old version of you you'd be surprised at what you can do i'm safe in here irrelevant just like they said
my voice just echoes off these walls
you feel me breathe i am watching you i see it all the many ways you can't get to me i see it all i see the hell you put yourself through oh the things i could do (if i wanted to)
my voice just echoes off these walls my voice just echoes off these walls i don't need anything at all my voice just echoes off these walls