Trauma Culture Lyrics

Different minds in the same frame

The rules are set and put on a scale
A dream of blood with a face so pale

Oh once I realized I'm in control, I've been taking my chances cause it's all my fault
Playing the cards I was dealt as I'm running with broken bones

We‘re only prone to the dogma, when we are coming from a bad place
No helping hand, no sight of saving grace

I know it seems too little too late
Dug in too deep into my weakness
From being struck by bad luck and despair
To suffering the same fate

Different minds in the same frame
Different crime but the same name

The walls are closing in
The ceiling is coming down
Paranoid in my own skin
There is only one way out
Gradual isolation
Intellectual intoxication

Follow through without a thing to complain
(Carve my lane)
I'm better off with the bitterness
(Carve my lane)
Became a host with no dignity left
(Carve my lane)
Consume the life from my open vein

Collateral
So cynical
Seducing
Abusing
Collateral
Non clinical
Not listening
Distressing

Until you die you will propagate your fucking waste