Psychic Trauma

"I have a tendency to dramatically over think anything if I spend too long ruminating on it, and this song addresses that. The tempo change at the beginning took forever to get right in the studio, because John Congleton (the producer) kept trying to get it to sound perfect. But it ended up sounding better when we just played it normally and sort of fell into the next part, rather than being right on time. We struggle with steady tempos!" - Dylan Baldi

[Verse 1] I'll never be healed, it's hard to explain Psychic trauma, returns with age There's nothing new here, no room to relate I don't know what you're trying to say Try to stop it, try to feel something But nothing happens, I stay the same Is it alright to end up this way? Life gets boring, it fades away [Chorus] I can't believe that what you're telling me is true My mind is always wasted listening to you I can't believe that what you're telling me is true My mind is always wasted listening to you [Verse 2] I'll never be healed, it's hard to explain Psychic trauma, returns with age There's nothing new here, no room to relate I don't know what you're trying to say Try to stop it, try to feel something But nothing happens, I stay the same Is it alright to end up this way? Life gets boring, it fades away [Chorus] I can't believe that what you're telling me is true My mind is always wasted listening to you I can't believe that what you're telling me is true My mind is always wasted listening to you