| I often sleepwalk through the haze of daze
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| Drifting streets of neighbourhoods at night where nothing seems to ever fucking
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| change
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| Still creeping each night step
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| Silence welcomes me home through the shrouds of rain
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| I’d disappear from here if only to escape
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| I sleep losing breath beneath the pounding days
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| It used to drown me
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| Without a surface to catch my breath
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| It used to drown me
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| It used to drown me inside of my head
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| Embrace the darkness
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| I pass unnoticed, towards my home
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| But no one knows me and I’m a stranger alone in this room
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| The blind and silent
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| They walked right through me, invisible still
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| Cause whats worse, than dying alone, when feeling crowded and trapped inside my
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| own hell
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| The best of me was constantly drained
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| I lost my grip on endless days
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| It used to drown me, It used to drown me
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| Perceived as province, entombed with guilt
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| Still it floods, the corners of my mind
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| It used to drown me, it used to drown me
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| It used to drown me inside of my head |