Calamity,
rises as it will to self-destruct in me,
a volcanic hill of curiosity,
and overwhelming fill of what I only see;
what I can't be.
Calamity,
while holding down the fort,
it's closing in on me.
I suffer from distress of what I only see,
and I will be.
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad.
Oh no,
I just want to run,
but anywhere I go,
it follows prints my feet will trough,
Oh hey,
take me far away.
I'm scratching at my soul,
"let me out
let me out,"
but I know
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad.
Bad as my enemies,
bad because I can't move.
Stuck in a cycle,
I tried so hard to refuse.
I'd run from their flaws,
escape to my peace,
if only the one in flaws and pieces
wasn't also me.
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad,
I'm just as bad
as my enemies.