We Caught You Plotting Murder. Dull. Zeneszám

Like a dull pain in the head,
buried by my thoughts,
and crowned by old memories,
i cant isolate the disease
(so it spreads)

like a dull ache in the heart
just one thought starts to spark
a raging fire of doubt
no blood to put it out
im thinking to much
(im making pretend)
inventing problems
and depression sinking in

like a dull knife in the back
the war inside me,
keeps taking the same casualty,
but now im ready to launch a counter attack!