Chewed up fingernails

Teeth on glass

I taste the edge

Clock hand tapping like

“Count your sins

Now jump the ledge”

Bathroom mirror laughs

Cracks my face into a crowd

Every version talking

Every single one too loud (shut up)

I’m a split‑mind carousel

Round and round the rails I go

Every horse another hell

Every voice says “take control”

If I let this trigger snap

You’ll say “he was such a nice guy” (such a nice guy)

Smile on my photograph

But I know what’s crawling behind my eyes

Polite on Mondays

“Morning

How you been?”

Meanwhile in my ribcage

Dogs fight under my skin

File my words to plastic

Fake soft edges on a blade

If you heard the director’s cut

You’d never walk away

I’m a split‑mind carousel

Round and round the rails I go

Every horse another hell

Every voice says “take control”

If I let this trigger snap

You’ll say “he was such a nice guy” (such a nice guy)

Smile on my photograph

But I know what’s crawling behind my eyes

Which side’s driving?

Which side’s tied up in the trunk?

If I cut this

Will the quiet fill with junk?

Tell me:

Is it still a crime

If the victim is my mind? (my mind)

I’m a split‑mind carousel

Round and round the rails I go

Every horse another hell

Every voice says “take control”

If I let this trigger snap

You’ll say “he was such a nice guy” (such a nice guy)

Write that on my epitaph

While I keep spinning behind your eyes