I should be dead by now Dead by now Thick Nails of perception, like claws Embedded in my flesh Pulling me further back down into a nightmare I could never envision I am sitting in the grey with glassed up eyes This is insufferable. I am not myself I am sick, I should be dead by now I am sick of the life that waits for me ahead I am sick, I should be dead by now As I chewed on the belief That the problem was always, the problem was always me I should be dead by now My mind is a maze of corridors For hours I would weep at the feeling in my teeth I am sitting in the grey This is insufferable I am not myself I am sick, I should be dead by now I am sick of the life that waits for me ahead I am sick, I should be dead by now As I chewed on the belief That the problem was always, the problem was always me I've got to kick this fucking habit I am too quick to give up on myself For hours I would weep at the feeling in my teeth As I chewed on the belief That the problem was always, the problem was always me