Between a dark daze and rye river

Hazy eyes glazed looking over

Caught in the smoke and torrid shivers

embrace the void, that's my closure, my choice

Am I ill? What's the cost of pain that I kill? Cause all I think about are the pills and

the feeling of space

and the thrill, of falling far away

There's a Vice grip

'Round my throat

The rope tightens

I'm way too close

Strung out nightly

The noose is frayed

Once the loop is sealed

It can't break

Addicted to feelings of hollow bliss

Concessions to whispers that pull me in

The weight of the days i left unread

I still see the spirits leave my breath

I'm ill, there's a cost to pain that I kill

Cause all I think about are the pills and

the feeling of space

and the thrill, of fading far away

There's a Vice grip

'Round my throat

The rope tightens

I'm way too close

Strung out nightly

The noose is frayed

Once the loop is sealed

Can't break

It can't break

The grip tightens

I cannot breathe

It's killing me

Waning pressure

Terminal disease

I beg, I plead

It won't break

This pressing weight

And fate knows

I'm way too close

There's a Vice grip

'Round my throat

The rope tightens

I'm way too close

Strung out nightly

The noose is frayed

Once the loop is sealed

It will not break

There's a Vice grip

'Round my throat

The rope tightens

I'm way too close

Strung out nightly

The noose is frayed

Once the loop is sealed

Will not break