| Death disguised synthetic trend |
| When does it end? |
| I just can’t tell I’ve lost myself and I can’t pretend |
| That if I just can’t admit it |
| Could it be that I can’t let go? |
| Could it be that a tide is rising |
| And I’m trapped on the shore alone? |
| So now I’m dealing like I’m never gonna get the feeling back from my bones |
| This fiend you see will take the best of me and then everything that I know |
| It can never have too much |
| It’s always something more |
| I bg for mercy but of course you just ignore |
| Thre’s nothing left of me |
| Except these scars you see |
| I’ve come to wade before the storm |
| Can I break free? |
| If you break me |
| Help me through the tide |
| It’s not enough to take my pride |
| You have to take my life |
| Disconnected and dead eyed |
| Momentum slowed with a numbed spine |
| Aware that I’ll never see the sun again and I don’t know why I don’t mind |
| Fridge veins and I’ve gone blind |
| I plead for change but I can’t find |
| My way through the maze and the shame I sustain just to give myself that numb |
| high |
| Shatter this force of habit |
| No need to drag this out |
| Another broken promise |
| Cry wolf and wonder how |
| To end this vicious cycle |
| See it will never rest |
| I said I’d quit tomorrow |
| But my sun never sets |
| There’s nothing left of me |
| Except these scars you see |
| I’ve come to wade before the storm |
| Can I break free? |
| If you break me |
| Help me through the tide |
| It’s not enough to take my pride |
| You have to take my life |
| Bridge: |
| I couldn’t wait to cut you out |
| (For good) |
| I lost the taste and dragged you down |
| (Just like I knew I would) |
| There’s nothing left of me |
| Except these scars you see |
| I’ve come to wade before the storm |
| Can I break free? |
| If you break me |
| Help me through the tide |
| It’s not enough to take my pride |
| You have to take my life |