Gouge & Uproot – Hail The Sun

Remove this thing from my chest
Controlling, cerebral, cortex
All the major obstructions from then to now
Generate a hex

Still my lust for pain’s genetic
So I need to treat the cause
It’s internal bleeding of hope that’s misleading
My rational complex

Replace and take what you need from every part of me
Mix and match what you will, if I fight hold me still
Take the piece of me that now berates the peace I seek
In myself, in myself

If this procedure can reroute my twisted thinking
I won’t chase the torture that I secretly need