Sycamour Get With The Times New Roman Lyrics

White walls
I cannot sleep another
I cannot sleep another night like this

This mist
Creeps under my door
I couldn't tell you if I'm awake
Or am I sleeping?

My eyes distort everything they capture in their frames
Why can't they go away?
Were they even there?

I will watch you flat-line
And watch your mind
It will sink behind these white, white, walls
White walls

We'll lose track of time
Deteriorated sight
But I see what becomes of these

This isn't real, this isn't real
I cannot feel, I cannot feel

This place takes control of us
Leaves only empty husks
Of the man that once was
Sentient and alive

My eyes distort everything they capture in their frames
Why can't they go away?
Were they even there?

I will crawl on broken hands
Before I watch you die
Watch you die

I will watch you flat-line
And watch your mind
It will sink behind these white, white, walls
White walls

These ends can't justify our means

What becomes of these?
What becomes of us?

If you really believe you're fine
You must need medication
Such hysteria, there's no doubt
You're all out of your fucking minds

I believe it's pretty clear
Our sedatives are wearing off
No one outside these gates will hear your cries

I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine
I'm fucking fine