Goodbyes were said

Before I lost all sense of consequence

At midnight tearing down

I hold it under

By the neck

The cold eyed creature of my consciousness

Can’t sleep before it drowns

I hold it under

It took years to get this good

At sending myself into oblivion

Into oblivion

I am almost there

I am almost there again

If I don’t wanna die

Why do I need the nothing?

Who am I anyway?

Why do I always have to destroy to create

 

Backstage in the mirror

(Oh, I bet you are!)

Caught up in stories about how my former glory is lost

And how I used to be better

(You were never good!)

I agree but that still leaves me with two choices

And one, is isolate myself and drink too much and burn it down

And two, is to just quit

But I can’t do it

I’ve over committed

So number one it is

Right or wrong, the map that finds these songs

Always sends me into oblivion

Looking for a light

In this darkness

All the lonely nights

Traveling into oblivion