So fed up with the shit that I see

Do I hate the world, or do I hate me?

It doesn't really matter in all honesty

I can't stop making myself the enemy

Mental vice

Vile dreams

Here it comes again

No weapon in its hand

The one thing I control but I can't hang on

Try to take it back but it's too far gone

Cycle of madness that lives off your doubt

Instead of making a choice, you try to figure it out

Time wasted when you know what's true

Escape your mind before the reaper finds you