So diabolical Impossible to see We are a product of our mediocrity So what am I to you? Another name to scrape through the dirt We stare right into the truth, cause the truth stares back We press the pills to our lips, let the weight detach (From the shoulders down) This spirit is tainting My muscles constraining (your encroaching cloud) Apathy, all-enravelling, all-encompassing Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting on the abuse Will you scratch me out? Will you cut me loose? I've been clawing at your head but getting through to you is no use And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick To think, the gun was in my hand It was in my hand Want you to scratch me out, want you to cut me loose I'm hanging on for the pressure, waiting for it now I wanna feel the creaks of age come creeping Nobody steal my hurt from me A Necronomicon Oh sweet fragility A fraction of a second passes Feels like an eternity And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now Knowing I've got to breathe this air, makes me sick To think, the gun was in my hand It was in my hand And oh, I've been holding my breath for a while now Knowing I've got to breathe this air And I'm sick to death of it