There's a ringing in my head Sometimes it swells My head in on fire I'm tired of pain A senseless choir Keeping me awake I'm calling out "truce" Like I am suppose Tired and angry I'm sick of pulling at my teeth It's wearing down on me, that I cannot escape Exhale, exasperate It's okay, "it's what it is" No amount of novocaine could soothe the ache "It is what it is", over and over again So I'll try to explain, what it's doing to me I'm furious at everything and tired making sense of my rage Emotional overload each goddamn day My world's become gray and I'm alone to blame I'm sick of the fury that lives in me I'm sick of the hate that I feel for me I waste to much of my life in the haze All for consternation and a burning brain That thinks of death way to much