Not for nothing -somethings wrong with my head

We are on our knees -choking on the dread

A survivor's instinct -shackled at the neck

Brought to pieces -the lies I'm fed

Substernal delusion, claiming a heart

Empty cavity, got no spark

The lies I'm fed

I can't keep pretending like everything's ok

When I wish I would float away

Not for nothing, we are on our knees

A survivor's instinct, brought to pieces

Somethings wrong with my head, the lies I'm fed

Choking on the dread, the lies I'm fed

Yelling at grievers, won't back down

Can't look away, nothing stays