I am resentful

I'm trapped in a game

I've been told I'm running

Over colors and cutting off closure

I'm a high and mighty sedation king

Yet I'm so sure of myself

And that my house is the one

Who knows best for me

For every wall there's 

Apostles writing so intoxicating

They need me to see

But I can't satisfy my hunger

I'm nodding off

As you tell me it's over