When a familiar scent brings me back To a time when suffering wasn't a constant I hate things that make me feel alive Because they remind me I'm going to die Grieving every day past Nothing ever lasts Fearing every day, the future to come Homesick with no memory of a home My existence is comfortless and barren False hope prevails in times of desperation Visions of death Embedded behind my eyes A burning feeling of inadequacy Forged from the weight of a tortured history When everyday it seems like everything is getting worse I'm only getting worse My cries for death unheard My cries for death unheard Dwelling in reality Exercise in futility Every day is getting harder than the last I can't go on living like this Enveloped by the silence Accustom to the violence Isolating and wasting away Enveloped by the silence Accustom to the violence Isolating and wasting away My cries for death unheard My cries for death unheard My cries for death unheard My cries for death unheard