Running in circles
Drowning in echoes
My psyche binds as I'm compressed in shadows
Crawling and bleeding and gasping for air
My time runs out as I'm watching the end
Planning and dreaming how it will all end
Deeper the scars as the sheets turn to red
Calculate everything so perfectly
As I wait for my impending demise
Black my eyes
Cut my wrists
Pour salt on the gushing wound
No medicine for the sickness
You can't save me from this
Black my eyes
Cut my wrists
Pour salt on the gushing wound
No medicine for the sickness
You can't save me from this
I am not safe when it's on my mind
Blessed are the hearts that can bend
They shall never be broken
I'm just another sick statistic
Lights go out as the curtains fall
Happiness dies when I close my eyes
Lights go out as the curtains fall
Nothing ever changes in the end
A broken perception
A nameless tragedy that befalls a broken system
Lights out