Shawinigan - Rarity

Room is black the room is black

Silhouettes hang in the corner

A spark of light it brings them back

Blind by temperament disorder

Numb to feeling, but feeling the need to give in

I lie awake as my head spins

Numb to feeling, I want to feel it again

Chasing light from the curtains

I doubt it’s helping, but I’m better sleeping in

Can’t take the tension anymore

Counting days I have nothing to show for

Purposeless envy, the stale compassion has me thinking

The grass is never green

And the lies are coming apart at the seams

Because I’m numb to feeling, but feeling the need to give in

Pace around til the morning

Numb to feeling, I want to feel it again

Grind my teeth til there’s nothing

I doubt it’s helping, but I’m better sleeping in

Can’t take the tension anymore

Counting days I have nothing to show for

I wanna feel like I’m getting better

The ties I’ve severed, they’ve found their way back home

Take it back, take it all back

Lock the door

Turn the key

Take it back, take it all back

Because all I see is you

I doubt it’s helping, but I’m better sleeping in

Can’t take the tension anymore

Counting days I have nothing to show for

I wanna feel like I’m getting better

The ties I’ve severed, they’ve found their way back home