Calculate this life With the precision of a knife- Through the dreaded rise And on into the starless nights.
Analyze me every waking breath And scrutinize this sterile path to death. A once vibrant soul, Stripped of light and shot into the dark, unforgiving cold Cold
Do you know what it's like to die? Well I know what it's like To be chewed up and spit out of this Pathetic cycle of life in two records' time. So watch me get back up And brush off the decay, the dirt, and dust Only to fall back through Straight to hell I swore I'd never return to.
Oh, how I long to feel alive. To be thrust into the depths of midnight skies. To prove my worth before I'm thrown to the lions, To claim my thrown on top of the world defined.
Oh, how I long to feel alive. To be thrust into the depths of midnight skies. To claim my thrown on top of the world defined.
These days and weeks blend seamlessly Together into an emptiness I'll barely remember. It's hardly a way to waste away, "but it's what were given". I won't settle for this. I won't settle for this.