I been seeing things only I imagine
Like my mother cold face if she die in traffic
Yeah, I been seeing things like it's f*ckin' magic
Like I got no one left and it's f*ckin' tragic
Like I got no on left and it's all my fault
I been in out my own head why I never call
I begin to see the faces on the wall
Only seen by the people who learn to fall, uh
I been seeing things only I imagine
Like my mother cold face if she die in traffic
Yeah, I been seeing things like it's f*ckin' magic
Like I got no one left and it's f*ckin' tragic
Like I got no on left and it's all my fault
I been in out my own head why I never call
I begin to see the faces on the wall
Only seen by the people who learn to fall, uh
All it takes is one little nudge
One little scratch that turns to blood
One little drop that turns to flood
Experience what never was
All it takes is one little nudge
One little scratch that turns to blood
One little drop that turns to flood
Experience what never was
I imagine
Sometimes one small instance will trigger my brain and go spiralling through a story
The path shaped is entirely dependent on my state at the moment
There are times where these trips would be positive, and would leave me feeling motivated
And excited for things to come
As my mental state declined, the positive trips became scarce
The worst part is that afterwards, even for just one nanosecond
It can affect me like it really happened
Even after I snap out of it, it may linger
I been seeing things only I imagine
Like my mother cold face if she die in traffic
Yeah, I been seeing things like it's f*ckin' magic
Like I got no one left and it's f*ckin' tragic
Like I got no on left and it's all my fault
I been in out my own head why I never call
I begin to see the faces on the wall
Only seen by the people who learn to fall, uh
I been seeing things only I imagine
Like my mother cold face if she die in traffic
Yeah, I been seeing things like it's f*ckin' magic
Like I got no one left and it's f*ckin' tragic
Like I got no on left and it's all my fault
I been in out my own head why I never call
I begin to see the faces on the wall
Only seen by the people who learn to fall, uh
All it takes is one little nudge
One little scratch that turns to blood
One little drop that turns to flood
Experience what never was
All it takes is one little nudge
One little scratch that turns to blood
One little drop that turns to flood
Experience what never was