FLESH WITHIN THE WASTE

BREAK OUT OF YOUR HOME

SOCIALLY STRUGGLE WITH FEARS OF YOUR OWN WANDER THE EARTH, WE SUFFER ALONE

YOU DRANK THE POISON AT WHAT COST?

NO PERCEPTION OF WHAT'S LOST

EVERY DAY IS MUNDANE WITH THIS DISEASE IN MY BRAIN

EVERY DAY IS THE SAME FEELING LIKE A CORPSE IN THE GRAVE

AND THE VIOLENCE IN ME IS AN ILLUSION

CAN'T DREAM WHILE I SLEEP, NUMB DOWN TO MY FEET WITH SUCH CONFUSION

IN THIS VAPID SHELL OF MYSELF, I AM BESIDE ME DEEP DOWN TERROR THAT HAUNTS ME ALMOST NIGHTLY. FLESH WITHIN THE WASTE

RIFE WITH BITTER TASTE

THESE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD ARE CONCERNING AS THIS KNIFE IN MY HAND IT KEEPS BURNING WHAT'S THE POINT OF IT ALL IF I KEEP HURTING?

AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD AS IT KEPT TURNING

AND TO VEAR THE WHEEL WITHOUT A CHANGE MEANS NOTHING

LEFT TO SEE THE DAYLIGHT FADE AWAY IS SOOTHING

WHEN THE DARKNESS PULLS YOU BY THE REIGNS, IT IS CONTROLLING

AND TO FEEL A HEART WITHOUT THE PAIN IS IMMORTAL