Twisted echoes warp your memory,
capturing effortlessly your incapable mind.
Word’s become lost on departure,
and the audience does not seem kind.
Fear envelopes you so tightly,
bears an iron grasp on your heart.
Making it an enivitable conclusion,
for you and sense to be apart.
Sentences that were once so easy,
com out backwards and upside down,
and it seems ever since the drugs got involved,
everythings been thrown around.
You feel like a broken bottle,
a million pieces of broken glass.
Someone is needed to put you back together,
but you know it’s too much to ask.