Papercuts

Your head, brick wall

Your hands broken

Tied and burned, beaten

Open wound weeping

Paper cuts inside

My mistakes collide

I'm alive

I'm trying

Stop the noise

Quiet

My hands are sore

I'm shaking

You asleep, me awake

I'm good at panicking

You're good at feeding it

Paper cuts inside

Science, God divide

I'm alive

I'm trying

Stop the noise

Quiet

I'm alive

I'm trying

Reconnect

Restart

Quiet