Turn it Off

I said I can't cease
Your seventeen years old pain
Or put illusion at ease
And make the way of your hands
You're becoming like
Every million years old sea
A every second landslide
Above things you'll ever be blind to see
Your will is not my choice
And my answer is only mine
My unfortune echoing voice
Or the trigger pulled right

I'm strong and breathing
Unbelievable inflectiving
Ultimately sceptical
Extremamely up
Happily down
The end is lost
So why can't I turn it off?

I said I won't enjoy
Your threated days of grace
Or pretend the joy
Of being buried in selfish daze
You're not the feel
Just the vibrations in my paper wall
The sweetest kind of fuel
Always likely to fulfill times like now

I'm clear and determinated
Sometimes even overrated
Undoubtedly aware
So condescendent
Adaptable to anywhere
Nothing to die for or of
So why can't I turn it off?

So what to do
With low notes sounding
like a hurricane?
So what to do
When you can't turn it off?