What's The Point Testo

Choking, my lungs are burning
I forgot to gasp, I forgot to get up
I forgot to sleep, I'm counting sheeps
But I've wolves in my dreams
They're biting me, they're frightening me
They're singing
"La la la la"
I'm singing
"La la la la"
I'm hooked on thoughts But not the chosen one
I slowly get away from this when I can take control
The ground under my body's shaking
While I'm spinnin' places in my mind
Where to go I don't know
What I'm fucking screaming
"La la la la"
Why I'm hardly screaming
"La la la la"

I'm living my own dreamy and trippy night but what's the point?
I'm more frightened by your faces than mine but what's the point?
My life is vain, I can't handle my pain so what's the point?
You could take care of mе but I don't want so what's the point?
I live inside my hеad because my mood is getting low
But I should take a break from me, you're on a danger zone
My lips are turning blue because my words are getting cold
I wanna be dramatic so I'll set fire to my soul

I'm living in a cage of bones and candies I'm freaking out, I'm thinking out
I'm licking off my xannies
Zombies screaming eating my skin
In the pockets of my panties
Demons yelling in my ears
Reminding me the bellyache, I'm delicate
I'm singing lulla-lullabies (La la)
I'm singing lulla-lullabies (La la)
I'm singing lulla-lullabies (Lulla-lullabies)
I'm fucking singing lullabies (La la)
I'm fucking singing lullabies (La la)
I'm fucking singing lullabies

I'm living my own dreamy and trippy night but what's the point?
I'm more frightened by your faces than mine but what's the point?
My life is vain, I can't handle my pain so what's the point?
You could take care of me but I don't want so what's the point?
I live inside my head because my mood is getting low
But I should take a break from me, you're on a danger zone
My lips are turning blue because my words are getting cold
I wanna be dramatic so I'll set fire to my soul.

I live inside my head because my mood is getting low
But I should take a break from me, you're on a danger zone
My lips are turning blue because my words are getting cold
I wanna be dramatic so I'll set fire to my soul

I'll put my trouble in a bottle
And then I'll crash it on my head
I can't forgive you for my struggle
But I should be mad at someone else
Take care of me 'cause I can't give a shit about myself
My dreams are scratching ruts into the back of my eyes
I need some therapy
I can't discuss this matter
Your excuses salt to scatter
Fade out fast or I'll get madder, madder, madder
I'll feel better
What's the problem with me?
Intoxicating my dreams
You try to control my devotion
And I'm quite sure you put a spell on me