| You hate what you see |
| Just a shape of gray that you’ve given a name |
| Sickened by the sight of what you’ve made, who’s to blame |
| You said I’m better off dead |
| But you’re the reason that I still sleep with a knife by the bed |
| Haunted |
| By the ones that I let in |
| Memories become enemies |
| The things we made, took no time to fade |
| It sinks in through my blood and my skin |
| This is not the start of the end this is armageddon |
| Life in a state of destruction |
| This is not the start this is not the end this is armageddon |
| This is what happens when love is dying |
| The walls of your heart are barbed and bloody |
| Hurt and hungry |
| The kind of pain that can’t be seen |
| Let winds give wings to my screams |
| Gouge, gash, and stab at my skull |
| Make me feel it |
| The way that days pass, the ways that things change |
| As reality approaches, I push it away |
| I swear that they’ll bury me with your memory |
| You will never know salvation |
| It just gets worse |
| It just gets worse |
| Who’s to blame |
| Who’s to blame |
| This is not the start of the end this is armageddon |
| Life in a state of destruction |
| This is not the start this is not the end this is armageddon |
| This is what happens when love is dying |
| They said it gets better |
| But they were lying |
| You just get numb to the feeling |
| A life spent in years still waiting here |
| No more |
| I won’t give you any more of me |