Whose - action/reaction Lyrics

I've made a thousand fake gateways through gorilla mail
Beluga whale how i can only sleep in my cold shell
You may follow my coattails but you could never dawn the jacket
Got a couple matches for when i relapse bury the hatchet
I ghostwrite for myself, i don't want to live these lives
Continuously vilify the ins and outs of trembled eyes
Give me three depressive episodes, ill pen and Pad a classic
Every action has a reaction mine isn't valid
My father taught me how to keep my hands closed
To only owe whats been showed, stow what has been stolen
My mother taught me clouded transperency
The art of being truthful while withholding said rarities. useful skills
My thoughts are filled with sindels
Cry crawling from their entrails
I often wonder what that entails
My therapist says i must sleep well

Every action has a reaction
Mine aren't as valid