| I’m sitting while spinning in silence |
| I’m suffocating on the air we breathe |
| Rebuild, repent |
| The thoughts in my head are a fucking disease |
| And now they’re absent |
| I hear the disembodied voices screaming at me in the past tense |
| Slowly losing control |
| And now I know that I am all alone |
| Slowly counting down |
| While I’m losing my head with my feet on the ground |
| Fell in love with what it is |
| Silently judging me but you don’t know how to live |
| Now die |
| 'Cause I’m feeling alive |
| And manipulating others is just part of your time |
| And now you’re dead set on trying to justify |
| The only form of self-punishment is on the inside |
| So sick of people trying to tell me how to live |
| And I can’t decipher what box I’m fucking in |
| Makes it hard to breathe |
| Even harder to believe |
| And my feet are tired from walking through hell |
| Now rest |
| No one can save me |
| From the mess I’ve made |
| Burn my corpse and defile my grave |
| Becoming manic |
| And I think it’s time for us to panic |
| It’s coming to life |
| I can’t sleep with the thoughts that are locked inside of me |
| Paralyzed in the lies that are locked in agony |
| Dance with the dead, I chose suffering instead |
| The only way out is to cut off my head |
| We watched the galaxies burn |
| And chose to suffer and die |
| To see through the light of day |
| I pray he blind both my eyes |
| Blind both my eyes |
| We can’t stay this fucked up forever |
| Slowly pushing through it, now we’re in this together |
| Rise over malice, grow only through pain |
| Wait for the waves to wash away |