Ramblings of a Lunatic

I'm setting pen to paper again
 Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said
 But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
 And content manifest don't feel good enough for them
 So, I try and transcend my ego, but don't we know it'll never work?
 Maybe I'll just descend to dirt
 Flirt with becoming food for worms
 Does anyone listen to this?
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this?
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 Ramblings of a lunatic
 Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth?
 Wiping dental records clean
 Is the carcass even me? Is this catharsis, therapeutic plunge to darkness?
 Or elaborating, upon my mediocrity
 Maybe this is the result of me finally accepting that I'll be alone forever
 That I deserve forgetting
 It's a pointless endeavor, and maybe it's upsetting
 But I've never felt more comfortable in the concept with things ending
 Will anyone listen to this?
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this?
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 The ramblings of a lunatic, yeah, yeah
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 Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving
 Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being
 Falling into darkness below my surface tension
 Emotional suppression, my coping mechanism
 'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
 Lungs filling up with fluid, face placed under the covers
 'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
 I'm trying to distract myself from the fears that I've discovered
 Will anyone listen to this?
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this?
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this?
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 My mind does play an awful trick
 The ramblings of a lunatic
 Would anyone listen to this?
 I'm running from my emptiness
 My brain is tired, my stomach's sick
 The ramblings of a lunatic