Panic Room

Here in this room again mind’s racing the fan on low… and I’m not to be trusted can’t be left alone here with shot gun temples and a soul full of fear no worse place than now I can’t yell it more clearly I beg for your attention but I can’t stand you near me contradiction swimming in the blood of my veins I’d cut off my hands to send toxins to drain I’m gutless yet I’m too gutsy for action say that in public imagine the reaction I sit in whirl pools but I’ve always hated heat and claim to take a stand but I’m lazy at my seat and I’m always on time as I miss the bus again I lie in your face with a devilish grin I’m harmless and swear I didn’t mean it I talk about my conscience still I’ve never seen it in a world of swirling confusions I’m stuck on the spin cycle madness, creating contusions my game’s not over I need a fresh start I’m begging for new blood cus’ I’ve got a good heart