| Today my past has come alive to eat
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| All of the guts that I use to just keep my feet
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| Moving left and right as my legs shake like trees
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| Oh how I curse the heavens for not taken me
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| (God damn)
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| This whole mess that’s me
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| (I don’t trust myself)
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| I’m in way too deep
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| And every night I erase the day
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| With the strongest drinks they’ll give to me
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| And I awake
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| Much to my dismay
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| To find that I’m still staring at the same ceiling
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| I just wish once
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| That I could get this right
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| And have the angels from the south take me at night
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| And all I have is meaningless
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| And all I found is nothingness
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| In this self loathing sickness
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| And all I have is meaningless
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| And all I found is nothingness
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| In this self loathing sickness
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| And all I have is meaningless
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| And all I found is nothingness |