There's a comfort in this place where no one will admit the pain We have died quiet along the way with Rusted hopes from the last of our remains Left with nothing and writhing in destitute I still find it hard to believe that we found peace on giving up Eyes rolled back as we faded into black This constant ache drains me of all emotions I could feel Numb to feel the space that's left, Since we're trapped in our own snares I am just another half waiting to be whole again There's a comfort in this state where no one will open their mouths Never paint us as savages as we did what's best to leave this die Useless if you wait until we fall back into the view I have slaved myself long enough to forget everything Keep me away forever from this disease In doubt, I lay all hopes to rest There's a comfort in this place where both of us staying in the fade Miles apart from being able to least remember for what has happened We have died quiet along the way, took much time to realize I still find it hard to believe that we found peace on giving up It is clear to see that one of us got left behind And the hand that's supposed to help will not be there An empty pattern, we will remain to be