I'm ironically being held captive
By the feelings I've caged inside
And now I can't tell if it's God or The Devil that's keeping me alive
I'm not my own
Reduced to a slave of my malaise
Just let me go
I never fucking mattered anyway
When all we've created will rust, and rot, then be vaporized by the sun
So I'll put God on hold
And I'll just make him wait for me this time
And I'm holding my breath
As I'm expecting a call from The Devil just to decline
I don't see the point in any of this
How can I find my peace when I can't find a purpose?
Should I remove myself from here?
An act of desperation just to prove a point
Do you believe me now?
Do you believe me now?
With damaged faith and shaken hope
I'm not sure why I'm even fighting anymore
