Matryoshka

I choose my words
 my battles carefully
 No God-shaped shadow's
 Hanging over me
 I'm my own
 con con
 I'm my own worst enemy
 I'm my own
 con con
 I'm my only (only)...
 I've got a ma-
 tryoshka memory
 I can't see past
 The foreground of my dreams
 I'm my own
 con con
 I'm my own worst enemy
 All these walls
 Will cave in
 Eventually
 They will win
 They're trying to amputate
 All our limbs
 They're trying to tell
 Us what to think
 I'm the king of amateur psychiatry
 My internal dialogue's a symphony
 This will be the death of me
 But these walls
 Will cave in
 Eventually
 They will win
 And all of my broken bones
 Will pierce my skin
 It's cutting off
 My oxygen
 It consumes
 Everything
 Eventually
 They will win
 All is lost
 To asymmetry
 I've tried to escape
 But it follows me
 All is lost
 To asymmetry
 I won't let them take
 You away from me