Breaking Teeth

It feels like I'm breaking teeth On every bite of life I take Walking through shards of glass Dying to feel something else Bound to this place by sheer contempt So numb, can't remember the last time I wept Repressing my need for anyone or anything The longer I'm alive, the more I feel detached From the people around me The more I learn about the world, the less I want to see I don't give a fuck And why should I? We're all killing ourselves one day at a time Whether on purpose or whether on accident It won't negate the fact We can't take it back Voices keep screaming in my head "Die die die, why aren't you fucking dead?" Voices keep screaming "Die, die, die!" What's the point being alive when you're empty inside? (Generation of the broken) (Not the life we would have chosen) (Generation of the broken) Well, there's no hoping They say one day we will live in a time of love and peace Maybe I'm pessimistic I think that's a childish dream And now if I'm being honest, it's time to face reality We're all a bunch of zombies thriving off of apathy I'm so fucking sick of coping I'm so fucking sick of coping! It feels like I'm breaking teeth On every bite of life I take Walking through shards of glass Dying to feel something else Bound to this place by sheer contempt So numb, can't remember the last time I wept Repressing my need for anyone or anything