Number Twelve

V1
I'm a fan of the way the sun rises when the moon sinks
It gives me hope for the cycle of the mood swings
I try to find pleasure in the way that the wound stings
but there's enough pressure to eradicate and move kings.
It's intimidating, the way that the room shrinks
when you're all tripped up, tangled in your shoe strings
Agitated, and you might stretch too thin
Keep the stress hidden underneath a sketched on grin
Bred for the fight, built for the casket
Bonding wounds with the attitude to match it
Excuse me if I come off a bit dramatic,
But I live off of struggle and my wrists bleed panic

Chorus
Dive into the defect, just to find it's how you're pre-set
Live life as a higher being's science project reject
Intelligent design: it's all that makes sense to me
Something between free will and predetermined destiny
It's not one or the other, there's beauty in the balancing
but with only 5 senses we can't pick up on it naturally.
You tell me "we're a coincidence, try to face reality"
but I can't reduce existence down to accidents from galaxies

V2
When I was young, I was never loved how we're supposed to be
Now it clouds my mind like smoke and eats at me subconsciously
Pretty mouth, dirty words, always talking back to me
Take the good with the bad, smile at them passively
So let me tell you, nothing here is what it seems
It transforms to something new before you even turn to leave
It's not about whats there, just what you perceive
It's amazing what you'll think when your subconscious believes
I'd cut out my lungs if those bones weren't in the way
I've tried every medication and I still don't feel okay
I reside somewhere between growth and decay,
Grateful for the lessons but regretting the mistakes

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V3
Intimately inhibited, can't respond properly
Begins in the oxygen and swims through the arteries
Actions and behavior from the deepest darkest parts of me
Burning down buildings and committing armed robbery
I'm telling you they lied, the best things in life aren't free
So I work for a check even though I won the lottery
Prepare for the worst while living on the contrary
I'm everywhere I've never been and nothing that I thought I'd be
Clear eyes, rusty vision
It's not about equations just the science of division
It's not a hobby or a passion but the birth of an addiction
Destroy myself and fix it just to conquer competition