I feel my body rotting My faith dies with me My future embodies nothing but self-regret Not everybody feels this I made the wrong choice I hate myself for trusting you I'm sinking faster and faster Quicksand's got me by the neck As I count the days, I'm slowly changing To become better than I was before You have watched me suffer through this endless game Convincing me that I was a burden With my veins full of rage Nothing stands in my hatred way It feels facile to breathe with my hands around your neck Spitting blood it thrills me Thrill I've just woke up from this dream And realised that I've been walking in circles