Bears In Trees - Ramblings Of A Lunatic lyrics

I'm setting pen to paper again
Lost my sense of home from the words that I've said
But the thoughts have begun to ferment in my head
And content manifest don't feel good enough for them

So I
Try and transcend my ego
But don't we know
It will never work
Maybe I'll just descend to dirt
Flirt with becoming food for worms

Would anyone listen to this
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach sick
The ramblings of a lunatic

Why has constructing sentences become like pulling teeth
Wiping dental records clean
Is the carcass even me? Is
This catharsis
Therapeutic plunge to darkness
Or elaborating upon my mediocrity

Maybe this is a result
Of me finally accepting
That I'll be alone forever
That I deserve forgetting
It's a pointless endeavour
And maybe it's upsetting
But I've never felt more comfortable
In the concept of things ending

Would anyone listen to this
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach sick
The ramblings of a lunatic

Maybe this writer's block that I've been perceiving
Is to stop me diving deeply into my internal being
And falling into darkness below my surface tension
Emotional suppression my coping mechanism

'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
Lungs filling up with fluid, place face under the covers
'Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others
I'm trying to distract myself from the fears that I've discovered

Would anyone listen to this
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach sick
The ramblings of a lunatic

Would anyone listen to this
The ramblings of a lunatic
My mind does play an awful trick
The ramblings of a lunatic
Would anyone listen to this
I'm running from my emptiness
My brain is tired, my stomach sick
The ramblings of a lunatic