| On track to an early grave
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| And I don’t stand a chance against the monsters that my mind creates
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| I don’t want to be here, I just want to be numb
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| Escape the fucking people that believe in this system
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| You know they’re watching, counting on your mistakes
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| Waiting for failure, can you carry the weight?
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| Once had a future, now I’m watching it die
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| Damn my reflection in the shadows of night
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| Listen closely, hear this whole world crumbling
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| Slowly breaking patiently dissolving
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| And disgusted with being spoonfed my death-
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| I can taste it
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| Fuck my soul for collecting dust
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| I was down and out in the winter months
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| When I lost old friends that I used to trust
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| And left promises out in the rain to rust
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| Maybe I’m losing control
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| Cough up my lungs with the cynical
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| The older I get, still can’t shake the doubt
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| Still dwell on the shit that drips out your mouth
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| So let it be known
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| Let the fucking truth be told
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| You’ll do your best to establish a life on someone else’s time
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| Your spirit’s only borrowed
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| And all you know
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| You miss the days when you could’ve changed old stupid ways
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| And all the stars in your eyes have made it hard
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| To even want to be alive anymore |