Psycho
Syn Lyrics

Fall asleep dreamin' red is what I see anymore
The singer dreams of violent images and it has become a normal occurrence.

And I do not fear of death because I seen em before
The singer has experienced death and is no longer afraid of it.

My eyes are closed to open wide to see it never change
The singer has closed their eyes to the world and opened them again, but nothing has changed.

Only the players in the game, but all the rest stay the same
Only those actively participating in life have the power to change, the rest remain stagnant.

Is this reality I'm livin' in or pinnace for pricing
The artist questions whether their perception of reality is accurate or a delusion.

I'm feelin' sorry for myself, please take out the violin
The singer is self-pitying and calls for dramatic music to accompany their misery.

And playin' symphony to soundtrack of a lunatic
The singer feels like they are losing their mind and wants music to match the madness.

I walk a thin line between myself and somebody else
The artist struggles to differentiate between their own identity and that of others.

And I cannot decipher between I'm living in fuckin' hell
The artist is unable to determine if their life is a living hell.

Or dying on earth, my whole world is a crying shame
The artist's life feels like a tragic, painful experience.

Nothing is what it seems it's like some shit outta crying game
The singer feels like their reality is constantly shifting and uncertain, like in the film 'The Crying Game.'

I'm sickening, inflicted in feeling somewhat redicted by
The artist is disgusted with themselves and feels like they are trapped by their own emotions.

Pull a bullet in my brain, but even that seems conflicted
The singer considers suicide, but is unsure if it would really solve their problems.

Where would I end up or it just start all over
The singer is unsure what comes after death or if life would just repeat itself.

Give me the horns of Lucifer or the wings of Jehova
The singer doesn't care if they go to heaven or hell, as long as they aren't stuck in their current existence.

All this violence in your head seem
The artist feels overwhelmed by violent thoughts.

Flowing through your veins like a symphony
The violent thoughts are like music, constantly present in the artist's mind.

And it's a psychopathic melody
The violent thoughts are disturbing and suggest an underlying mental illness.

Sit in silence still your head scream
The singer can't escape their thoughts even in moments of peace.

Playing through your veins like a symphony
The violence is a constant presence, like music running through the artist's bloodstream.

It's a psychopathic melody
The violent thoughts are abnormal and suggest an underlying mental illness.

This won't go away until your dying day
The artist believes the violent thoughts will be with them until their death.

You will suffer in your own way (your own way)
The singer will experience their own unique form of suffering.

And in the end there will be hell to pay (hell to pay)
The violent thoughts will have consequences, whether in life or death.

At the gates they say "go away, go away, go away..."
The singer fears rejection or exclusion, even from an afterlife.

Is my reality infringement on my imagination
The singer questions whether their reality is stopping them from reaching their full potential.

Everything that I see, somehow it's all my creation
The singer feels like they are responsible for everything they experience.

Or am I just as disturbed some fuck locked in the padded cell
The artist wonders if they are actually mentally ill and should be locked up.

Drugged out on anti psychotics, livin' in hell
The artist is taking medication for their mental health, but feels like it's not helping.

Can't remember my birth, no recolection of death
The singer can't remember the beginning or end of their life.

And where did it all go away? No longer taking a breath
The singer doesn't know what happens after death, when they stop breathing.

And where did it all go away? If I started blastin' at bastards
The artist considers acting out against others in a violent way.

Startin' killing everybody, I'm a virus or cancer?
The artist wonders if their violent thoughts make them a harmful presence in the world.

Many reasons for bleeding the reason families are grieving
The artist is aware that their violent thoughts may cause real pain to others.

The reason for seasons like I'm a reason for heathens
The singer feels like their violent thoughts are connected to larger, unexplainable forces.

Or am I just a human being who is only being human
The artist wonders how much of their experience is just a normal part of being a person.

With more questions and answers like what the hell am I doing?
The singer is deeply uncertain about their purpose or path in life.

Why do I'm still obsessed with this shit just fill me with [?]
The singer is frustrated with their fixation on violent thoughts and wishes they could focus on something else.

Let me drew in the corner, just shoot me up fully dopamine
The singer wants to escape their thoughts and suggests self-medicating with drugs.

I just wanna drift away I call my daily departed
The artist wishes they could leave their current existence and be with loved ones who have passed away.

But with melodic sounds this whole situation got started
The violent thoughts were triggered or reinforced by music, which the artist considers a strange connection.