Highway 17 Video (MV)

Balance the pain that turns into rot
Balance the chemicals in my brain
Sedated, my hands and my feet, and my bones
Sedated, complacent, and ultimately f*cked
Here's to me, discontent with anything, everyone, anyone, everything
And you
Trembling hands, and I can't seem to find my voice
Cry havoc
At a crippling loss for words
I'm trapped inside of my head
Stripped of choice, and the will to fight for my own
Dragging feet, and a whispered response
Introspective, and facing my worst
Deafness, silence
Opened mouth, botched attempts at prose
Cut out my tongue, clearly f*cking useless
And even if I had to walk the world for you
Just to prove how much I care
F*ck you, I'd rather f*cking rot