| When you speak to me you’re speaking to an empty shell.
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| I’ve been locked away inside my head, inside of my hell.
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| All this time spent fighting just to stay alive.
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| All these years spent sanity and sleep deprived.
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| IMAGINE A WORLD SO COLD THAT IT REDEFINES YOUR WINTER.
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| land where hope is lost, and all memories fade away.
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| Imagine a world so dark that you can’t see what’s in front of you.
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| And only getting darker with every step you take.
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| These thoughts exist inside my head.
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| This world it lives inside me.
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| These thoughts exist inside my
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| head, and underneath skin I’ve tried to shed. |
| ((Never a moment of clarity, no,
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| not for me.
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| It’s getting harder and harder and harder to see.
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| Through the forest of dying trees, was it ever green?
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| Was it ever green?
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| Or has this chilling winter never ceased?)) This world
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| breaks you piece by piece.
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| It consumes you, no mercy just misery.
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| You’re kicked down, beaten, picked back up again; |
| just so you can bleed a
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| little more.
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| A stuck pig, bled dry, you don’t even know why you try to survive anymore.
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| This is the world I live in.
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| THIS IS THE
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| HELL INSIDE MY HEAD.
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| One day to walk in my shoes.
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| One hour till you’re wishing you were dead. |