I Like Songs I Can Relate To

Hallucinate in high fidelity
The pieces of a plan
Construction of the highest quality
The blood from my own hand
A line of lyric looping in my head
Nobody listening
It doesn't really matter anymore
Guess it doesn't mean a thing.

I've got to let go
I've got to get straight
Why'd you have to make it so hard
Let me get away?

An effigy so wonderous to behold
A statement so profound
A place to bury everything I did
And burn it to the ground
The fire illuminates the final scene
The past repeats itself
I can not tell the difference anymore
I cannot trust myself.

I've got to let go
I've got to get straight
Why'd you have to make it so hard
Let me get away?

[b]Various Methods of Escape[/b]
Nine Inch Nails