"Trauma Culture" lyrics

Different minds in the same frame

The rules are set and put on a scale
A dream of blood with a face so pale

Oh, once I realized I'm in control
I've been taking my chances 'cause it's all my fault
Playing the cards I was dealt as I'm running with broken bones

We're only prone to the dogma
When we are coming from a bad place
No helping hand
No sight of saving grace

I know it seems too little too late
Dug in too deep into my weakness
From being struck by bad luck and despair
To suffering the same fate

Different minds in the same frame
Different crime but the same name

The walls are closing in
The ceiling's coming down
Paranoid in my own skin
There is only one way out

Gradual isolation
Intellectual intoxication

Follow through without a thing to complain
(Carve my lane)
I'm better off with the bitterness
(Carve my lane)
Became a host with no dignity left
(Carve my lane)
Consume the life from my open vein

Collateral
So cynical
Seducing
Abusing
Collateral
Non clinical
Not listening
Distressing
Distressing!
Distressing!

The walls are closing in
The ceiling's coming down
Paranoid in my own skin
There is only one way out

Until you die you will propagate
You're fucking waste

Collateral
So cynical
Seducing
Abusing
Collateral
Non clinical
Not listening
Distressing