lyrics: I’m lookin in a mirror But don’t recognize the face Voice just like a tire screech When ya slammin on the brakes Uncomfortable, distress signal I hope it’s just a phase Trapped inside a body bag Thats keepin everybody sane I’m skatin up the highway (With) not a clue of destination Incapable of love when It seems that everybody’s hatin But underneath it all just a rage that keeps on ragin Echo in the chamber Of a soul that’s always been sedated I’m smokin all da gas To keep my thoughts from takin over. The voice inside my head Sounds like a motherfuckin stoner. I pretend to be a people pleaser But imma total loner. Calculating statistics For how you’ll screw me over. (Dysphoria in my head)x6