I can't run away
Trapped in this deadwood
And my body is wasting time
Fading in that blue
This cage of mine
I'm somebody else
And my tears are turning into
A rope made of bets
I need some space
And my neck is in pain
Demons got a face
I'm about to degrade
I need some space
And my neck is in pain
Demons got a face
I'm about to degrade
I hate myself
You made me this
I hate myself
Now I don't exist
I need some space
And my neck is in pain
Demons got a face
I'm about to degrade
I need some space
And my neck is in pain
Demons got a face
I'm about to degrade
I need some space
And my neck is in pain
Demons got a face
I'm about to degrade
I hate myself
You made me this
I hate myself
Now I don't exist