All of the time that I thought was lost

Was it real at all?

My body's been fading, like evaporating

I cannot take hold of life

Watching past the mirror's glass

All the lives that I've had

My mind invaded, in truth I feel jaded

To fear that I'd regress back

I should know by now that I was never here

Pinching myself to snap out of it, gain some self-respect

You should know by now that I was never real

In fact, I don't hide it, I scream about it so I wouldn't feel so fake

Will there ever gonna be a time

Without the world crushing our souls?

White-hot to push us lower

Cut throats to not feel hollow

What it means to be alive

If there's no part to fit into

White-hot to push us lower

Cut throats to not feel hollow

There's a hole in my chest, what is left will curve the time

And it swallows everything, everybody that's left to love

Let out

It bends all my limbs, wishing that I'd be paralyzed

Cut out

The parts that make me whole, coincide in another time

In my mind, I am always lost, but I'm happier now

The knives in my back can't hurt me so bad if I dream them to be gone

Will there ever gonna be a time

Without the world crushing our souls

White-hot to push us lower

Cut throats to not feel hollow

What it means to be alive

If there's no part to fit into

White-hot to push us lower

Cut throats to not feel hollow

Cut throats to not feel hollow

Push it to the ground, push it lower and lower

Cut throats to not feel hollow

Put me to the ground, put me six feet under

Cut throats to not feel hollow

Push it to the ground, push it lower and lower

Cut throats to not feel hollow

Put me to the ground, put me six feet under now

Lower and lower

Lower and lower

Lower and lower