[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Chorus]
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