There's an energy That takes control of me Grab my thoughts to Bury in a hole again Fetch my hearse And kill this curse Short and terse It's getting worse I'm not looking for sympathy Just something to believe in Put me out of my misery The truth that I'm perceiving I'm so tired of "Things'll get better", "it's temporary weather" When it's not a phase They keep throwing all the Clichés in my way Like, Get The Fuck Out of my face Out of reach, and Staring at the antidote Growing vacant Feel the hands upon my throat Fetch my hearse And kill this curse Short and terse It's getting worse I'm not looking for sympathy Just something to believe in Put me out of my misery The truth that I'm perceiving I'm so tired of "Things'll get better", "it's temporary weather" When it's not a phase They keep throwing all the Clichés in my way I'm just constantly tryna Find my place It's hard to get the closure When it happens over and over There is nothing to fill The emptiness And with death at every corner I know I have to face it On my own I'm not looking for sympathy Just something to believe in Put me out of my misery The truth that I'm perceiving I'm so tired of "Things'll get better", "it's temporary weather" When it's not a phase They keep throwing all the Clichés in my way Get The Fuck Out of my face