“What’s the point of existence With this incurable sickness Just show me the door Give me a place to rest What I would give to sleep my life away I’d never feel alone again And yet it’s still the same when I’m dreaming ‘Cause at the end of the day it’s just me in my own head I may never know Just how deep the rabbit hole goes Medication won’t solve it But I guess it’s a solution 'till I find the true culprit”
— Beartooth, in “Me In My Own Head”














