So serene on the surface
Free from all disturbance
No real meaning or purpose
Feeling a sense of urgency
To do it all right now, not caring why or how
You get it done
You're tearing at the seams, someone should stitch you up
To stop the bleeding
It's lunacy, you're recklessly endangering yourself
And everyone around you
It's lunacy, you're wondering why you can't sleep at night
I think you know why
So obscene on the surface
Your reflection makes you nervous
No real meaning or purpose
Feeling a sense of urgency
To end it all right now, not caring why or how
You get it done
Torn at the the seams, no one to stitch you up
So you let it bleed