| Submerged in the depths
|
| Wandering the abyss of my mind
|
| Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret
|
| Searching for truth in the past I left behind
|
| In the absence of light
|
| My eyes slowly adjust to the dark
|
| Illuminated malignance in sight
|
| Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart
|
| I lay awake at night
|
| Staring at the wall while I decay inside
|
| All the pain and anxiety trapped inside my mind is slowly killing me
|
| I found my way in darkness
|
| Forsaken by the world that created me
|
| A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity
|
| I can never be what they want me to be
|
| In the absence of light
|
| My eyes slowly adjust to the dark
|
| Illuminated malignance in sight
|
| Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart
|
| Submerged in the depths
|
| Wandering the abyss of my mind
|
| Walking down the steps of my torch lit regret
|
| Searching for truth
|
| I’ve lost my mind
|
| I’m sick
|
| The world still calls me schizophrenic
|
| They won’t ever understand
|
| Yea
|
| I’m a byproduct of this society
|
| I’m reminded constantly by my anxiety
|
| Swallow the pills to sleep
|
| Voices scream in my head
|
| Sleep is for the dead
|
| Swallow the pills to sleep
|
| Voices scream in my head
|
| Sleep is for the dead
|
| I found my way in darkness
|
| Forsaken by the world that created me
|
| A refuge of confinement desperately searching for my sanity
|
| I can never be what they want me to be
|
| In the absence of light
|
| My eyes slowly adjust to the dark
|
| Illuminated malignance in sight
|
| Posthumous memoirs of a withered heart |