The Palm reading convention was canceled

**[Verse 1]**
I’m a biochemical wasteland, a chemical deficit
My serotonin is trapped in the gut, I can’t get it explicit
A psychic read the tea leaves of my own skull
He said I’d be a king, but I’m just a failed psychological
My psychosomatic pains are all in my head
But the GABA isn't inhibiting, the Glutamate is dead
I’m a psychoactive dream, a neurosteroid disaster
Waiting for a dopamine surge that I’m never gonna get here.

**[Chorus]**
The psychics got it wrong, the math is a lie
I read the horoscope, but I didn't see the sky
We’re just firing neurons in a cage of static
The psychometrics don't measure the void, just the static
The prophecy was written in crayon, the script is a farce
I’m a cortisol casualty in a psychopath’s dance.

**[Verse 2]**
I foretold this ending, I saw it coming from a mile away
But the outcome was a lie, a calculated decay
The unknown unknows are dead, the mystery is gone
I peered into the abyss and the abyss just stared at a pawn
The epiphany was a hallucination, a lie told by the brain
A futile attempt to make the suffering explain.

**[Bridge]**
Myelin sheath is stripped, the signal is weak
I’m a psychic’s nightmare, a psychic’s freak
I’m parsing the signals, but the data is corrupt
Just a pile of severed nerves in a nervous wreck
The prophecy said I’d be whole, but I’m fractured and bent
The unknown unknows are dead in the laboratory.

**[Outro]**
The psychic lied.
The prophecy lied.
The neurochemistry is wrong.
The math is wrong.
We're just firing in the dark.
Just firing in the dark.
Just firing in the dark.

math-rock, post-hardcore, instrumental fusion, modern emo, technical guitar work, atmospheric, Female, screamo,cipher