Brain Cell

My brain is a god awful place
 Where I take these things the world gives me
 And I change them into something they're not
 It's a cage like studio apartment
 With two windows to Babylon and perfect acoustics
 And you can hear the distant sound of sirens
 That everyone finds unsettling
 But I find more discomfort in silence like
 Nobody's coming
 Nobody can save me from myself
 I'm a convict in my own brain cell
 And imprisonment of negative thought that I've brought upon myself with nothing to do but
 Peel my skin from front to back
 And crack my fucking skull in half
 Just so that you could believe me that
 Hell is under my hair
 And I swear I'm gonna lose it
 My life is all but lucid
 I might be locked up for life if I don't find a sole solution
 For the bane of my existence
 I resist to solicit and sell myself for someone else
 Tell you it's me
 When it fucking isn't
 'Cause I am the prisoner
 And I am the prison
 With a sinister view of the wasteland we live in
 Where sleepwalker and ghost that most definitely exist
 Their casuals, casualties and religious obituary abyss
 But I guess
 Some black holes stay black
 And some dark souls stay dark
 And everyone casts a shadow
 And every shadow has a start
 And it's where the body ends
 And it's there when the body expires
 Burn in the wicked wickedness
 Until it runs out of fire
 But evil is infinite
 Even if you don't believe in it
 You could try to summon the demons from inside of me
 But I preform my own exorcist
 When I was possessed and paralyzed
 By your paraphrased gospel lines
 I already tried to commit suicide
 So I consider this my afterlife
 And I fall from the grace of God tower twice
 Just so you could watch me die
 On your way to salvation
 I lay on cracked pavement
 Dead
 In my mind
 But I always wake up from those little death daydreams
 By the alarm of the ambulance
 Disrupting the ambiance of the deceased
 I'm losing recollection of what is and isn't imaginary
 And if it's real in my head
 How is that not reality
 Because it feels as real as low the bow for love
 And when the future devolves into the past
 When everything you've every had is stolen
 And your left swollen and trapped in the entombment of your own skull
 Left to overthink, sink and soak
 In the hole you fall deeper and deeper
 And as you acknowledge its control
 By how faith can be a tool to taunt
 Like a guardian angel that only haunts the life that's locked in his thoughts
 My brain is a god awful place
 That I created it myself
 To be brain hell inmate
 And there is no way out